I'm rewinding back the years to the late 80s and early 90s when I worked at the Wakefield Express newspaper. First as a trainee reporter than as a real one and later as feature writer and entertainments editor.
Oddly enough, one of the lesser talked about occupational hazards of a career in journalism is having one's photograph taken, very often and mostly when you don't want it ... whether it be for a column header or for a feature you're writing or because you're the only one left in the newsroom when the editor can't find the stock photo to go with his story. Or, sometimes, just because ... because some photographers can be right gits ...
|It was all a bit of a juggling act...|
|..and a bit of a circus.|
|This WAS for a story. It really, really was...|
|... this wasn't.|
|But at least I promoted Don't Drink and Drive ... Me? I never learned to drive in the first place|
|And back in the very early '90s upon the retirement of an elderly deputy (male) news editor, it was customary for the female members of the newsroom to strip off and dress up for the leaving photo. Or,at least, they said it was...|
|... but the next thing you knew you were hanging around on street corners.|
|And yes, they even photographed me, barefoot and pregnant, in Mothercare *tuts*|
But they were the days, they were. They really were.
This is my contribution to The Gallery.
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