Tormented to the brink of sobriety by the atmosphere of gloom and redundancy pervading our beloved news industry, my friends at the Independent asked me to justifyÂ creating a degree inÂ journalism.Â "How can you subject those brilliant, delightful, inspiringÂ young people to academic rigour, editorial conferences and shorthand when job prospects lookÂ less healthy than the Zimbabwe Dollar?" they asked.
Â 'Are you a depraved tyrant? Do youÂ drinkÂ with Phil Spector?" IÂ might have confessed all, but I chose to tell theÂ truth. You can read the online version of myÂ answer here. An extended version appeared in the print edition of the Indy on Monday.Â Onwards and ever upwards.