After 60 years as a journalist, Ray Connolly recalls a regretful Elvis, a revealing Dusty Springfield and a charming Terry Wogan
Should diamond jubilees exist in journalism, I would be celebrating one around now. It’s 60 years since I first saw my byline in print. It was a pretentious film review in a university newspaper. But from then on, Fleet Street was my calling, and I’ve kept a cutting of everything I ever wrote. ...
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