Working from home is a double-edged sword. I can start work when I want, wear what I please, meet my daughter off the school bus most days and fix lunch with friends without a clock-watching news editor yelling at me for being late back.
All good, but I still hanker after office life – the gossip, the banter, the buzz. I’ve just bought a DVD of the BBC’s wonderful 2003 drama State of Play (a million miles better than this year’s film version starring Helen Mirren) and it’s making me nostalgic for my news room days.
The best place I ever worked was the Evening Standard, where I spent five years as a hard news reporter. London’s evening paper was based in Fleet Street back then and it was a different world – of clattering typewriters, larger than life characters and eye-wateringly tight deadlines.
The vast newsroom was so noisy that we had to yell at top volume to make ourselves heard above the din. My friend Diane Chanteau used to sit underneath her desk to do phone interviews because it was the only place she could get a bit of peace and quiet.
None of us had mobile phones so when we were sent out of the office on a job we had to find a phone box (tricky in the middle of Saddleworth Moor) and dictate our stories straight from our notebooks to the army of copy-takers. “Is there much more of this?” they’d ask crushingly as we were in full, creative flow.
Best of all was the fantastic team of reporters. I’ve never worked with better. Newsmen like the late John McLeod could calmly turn out the most exquisitely-written copy in ten minutes flat before the first edition deadline at 9.30am. Despite the early starts, John, who made his name covering the Great Train Robbery of 1963, was definitely a night owl. He lived and breathed newspapers and could often be found dozing in the office in the early hours of the morning. His shorthand was immaculate, his knowledge of court reporting second to none and yet he was the most generous man, always happy to help out the younger, less experienced journalists in the press pack.
The move to swanky riverside offices and the advent of new technology transformed newspapers beyond all recognition . But I wouldn’t have missed Fleet Street for anything.