My Dublin days of milk and brandy and papers past
SAMUEL Johnson when at the peak of his fame was asked by an admirer to tell him about the happiest hours of his life. He said: "Those I spent in bed in the morning when I should have been up."
Most of us would be inclined to agree – except that those hours aren't happy at all. You cannot help feeling guilty.
I cannot hope to be as famous as the good Samuel – but I have had some happy hours too; many of them were set in the crazy world of journalism.