The first editor I worked for was a wise old man.
The first editor I worked for was a wise old man. When we cub reporters handed him a story, he would look at us over the top of his half-moon spectacles and ask: "Should I be interested?" I found myself asking the same question when confronted with Angus MacNeil's three-on-a-bed fumble with two girls half his age, while his wife was heavily pregnant.
The first editor I worked for was a wise old man.