Journalists,
they come in all shapes and sizes, some tall, some short, some big, some small, but thank goodness some pretty. In my carrier I have met a few. Who needs them? For a start the editors, then us who read the newspapers, each and everyone of them have their own subject and some have diverse ones to write about, fashion, society, books, food, wine, films, ect. ect. The ones I have met are obviously the food, wine and travel writers, some of them I have met they think they are gods. I have met Michael Winner he is a tough nut to crack, not far behind him is AA Gill, they use the pen as a weapon of distruction, mind you sometimes justified but sometimes they use it just for the hell of it, Winner was full of himself, and Gill was justified to make some comments about the chef not obliging to give him what he wanted. Some years back I met Jonathan Meades, he used to write for a big national paper, true critic to the bone, you did not mess about with him, met him while working in a restaurant in Southampton, he was so pleased about the service and food, that earned us a very good article, he wrote about me, quote "if signor Giuseppe was the critic and I the restaurateur, I would worry". Then we have J S Oxford Mail, is he a god?, what does he write about, find out read the Oxford Mail. Now lets look at a couple of pretty ones, Fiona Griffiths a freelance food/travel writer, she has a most delicious English complexion, delicate, I met her through a friend of mine when she was writing for the Bournemouth Echo, she writes in a most romantic way. Only a few weeks ago I met Louise Hall freelance travel writer, she is pretty or what, petite figure, beautiful eyes, blonde hair, another English rose, if I could describe her in "Seasons" she would be Spring.
Ciao Ciao.