The Oldie

Au revoir, Fleet Street

I have just had the push, kicked out, been given the heave-ho, got the sack.

Oh well, when you get to 88 and are still working away down the words mine, you expect things not always to stay the same.

But I did feel sick as a pirate, shocked and rather pissed off when, after an awfully nice lunch, which she paid for, the Editor of the Money section, for which I have done a monthly column for 25

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