Fleet Street’s charms and chamber pots
The life of a journalist in London was fraught with dangers
When I was coming and going to London for The Evening Press, I used to stay in The Strand Palace Hotel but I never had breakfast there. The reason was simple: the sons and daughters of Japan always got up early -- and I didn't much enjoy joining a long queue.
They didn't mind waiting: they are a great people -- and patience is part of that greatness. They work hard back at home -- and they work hard on holiday.
I have met them in many parts of the world, including Ireland. They are always determined to make the most of their holidays. That means visiting all the recommended places and seeing all the sights. They are to be admired. And so, long ago, I forgave them for taking over the breakfast room in The Strand Palace.