A JOURNALIST colleague thought he’d won the lottery when he joined The Sun as a crime reporter.
On his first day, the then editor, Kelvin MacKenzie, said: “Welcome, what’s tomorrow’s splash?” My friend spluttered that he had a few things in his notebook but nothing ready yet.
Kelvin repeated the question next day, and then on the third day became rather irate when there was no crime exclusive. My friend’s time at The Sun was short-lived, even although his dad was a senior figure in the Metropolitan Police in London.
