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Am I the only journalist in the world who doesn’t get excited about the latest electronic gadgets?

Call me old fashioned but low tech still rocks for me. And that’s not just because I started…

A man once paid a genealogist a large sum of money to trace his lineage and was horrified to discover that his great grandfather was infamous.

He had been the first person to be executed by electric chair at Sing Sing Prison.

Over a pub lunch with a journalist pal he complained about the time and…

Ralph Fiennes detests Facebook and Twitter, Anthony Hopkins deplores self-righteous freeloaders and Brigitte Bardot doesn’t ever recall being happy. But they have one thing in common; they’ve all been ‘Proust Questionnaired’ by Vanity Fair magazine.

Ever since Monty Python’s Lumberjack Song, there’s been something  ‘nudge-nudge, wink-wink’ about chopping down trees for a living. Conversely, being a journalist used to be OK. It was a career with kudos (think Woodward and Bernstein); it was the brilliant retort to the cocktail party question, “And what do you do for a living?” that…