The greatest stories could never be told
The problem with euphoric recall is that it leaves out most of the other stuff
THERE was a most entertaining piece in this paper last week written by John McEntee, in which he recalled scenes of astonishing drunkenness which he had witnessed during his career in Fleet Street.
We are forever musing on journalism in the digital age, with almost no attention being paid to this other great change in the nature of the newspaper industry and of the media in general. Yes, there is a tremendous technological difference between the old print journalism and the present-day version, but there is an equally tremendous difference between being drunk and being sober.
McEntee speaks to this difference when he writes that "no one drinks any more. No one goes out any more. No one meets people any more. Modern practitioners with their Pret A Manger salad lunches and their five-a-day infusions at their work stations, their forensic reading of Hello, OK, and Closer, sit from dawn 'til dusk at their winking computer screens."