It was most odd. Four decades after I’d walked into the Sun to start my first shift as a news sub editor, I was sitting in a small theatre in the heart of La La Labour-land (the Almeida in Corbyn’s Islington) watching a play where I knew all the characters, as I both worked with them and worshipped them.
Kelvin MacKenzie
James Graham’s Ink is riveting and, if they cut it by 30 minutes, even Sun readers might be tempted to pop along

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