“I can say with absolute certainty that I love Spectator, warts and all. But what this kind of love requires is the willingness to have high expectations.”
For the father of Spectator’s copy section, parenthood is composed of equal parts acceptance and Oxford commas.
“Letting go was the hardest and the last lesson I learned from Spectator.”
Spectator’s former design editor mourns, and comes to accept, the death of the daily print.
“I thought they [senior columns] were self-indulgent, myopic, navel-gazing pieces of fluff that had no place in the newspaper proper.”
“... I had intended to move from section to section, and instead, I devoted three years of blood, sweat and (sometimes angry) tears to Arts and Entertainment.”
Why would someone choose to spend their Thursday nights and early Friday mornings copy editing articles at the Spec office?
A former news editor contemplates the road that took him to the top of Spectator’s news section.