Alan Tristram writes of life and loves among the hard-nosed UK journalists of the 1970’s and 80’s.
Warning: this is not for the faint-hearted among readers who are teetotal, woke or sexually repressed..
The tone was set when I arrived at ITN in London bright and early for my first afternoon shift at the appointed time of 2pm.
There was almost no-one around in the newsroom, so I asked one of the PA’s where the journalists were.
“Oh, you won’t find them here,” she said, “try the Green Man round the corner.”
I did, and that’s where most of them were.
A bitter pill to gulp
‘Lunch’ consisted of two or three strong pints of bitter and a white bread sandwich, curling at the corners. There were usually pickled onions and crisps available at the bar, too.
I was soon to realise that half the ITN staff seemed to be drunk half the time
This helped to pass the time to the 6pm and 10pm news, if nothing else.
A fortifying glass amid the news
One of the newreaders, the indomitable Reggie Bosanquet, set the tone for the news most nights by steadily imbibing at opportune moments during the evening — then taking a glasss of brandy or whisky into the studio to fortify himself during News at Ten.
The glass fitted snugly beneath the rim of the newsreaders’ desk, so the great British public only gained glimpses of his state of health when he slurred words with difficult pronunciations. Some kindly put this down to his public school education.
As soon as the programme ended at 1030, there was a rush upstairs to the 7th floor to get in an early order at the ITN bar.
Cuddles, muddles and late-night stands
By then, too, the various office romances were blooming into full life as alcohol worked its magic, sometimes tragic, effects.
Home and family life seemed a distant prospect for many as romances took a late-evening hold.
And so my life among the elite of British tv journalists had begun… ( to be continued )