I thought I’d lost them all. Turns out I’d lost only some of them.
My press cuttings.
When you were a journalist – in the old days (pre internet!!) – you’d bike over your cuttings when pitching yourself to a publication.
Anyway one day they all went — and didn’t come back.
On a rainy Sunday many moons later I photoed the remains, for no reason at all. And where to put such a massive procrastination .. Ah the web!
Here’s a little small selection of Old Media and people I met In Real Life
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