“Iam a journalist because I have no other talent for any other job. I am not exaggerating. I couldn’t teach, I couldn’t paint, I couldn’t compose, I couldn’t be a businessman. The only possible exception was The Bar. Otherwise I’m totally useless.”
So said Bernard Levin, who died this week.
Many of us would recognise the sentiment, (except where he says The Bar, we’d mean the bar).
His was a particularly entertaining type of uselessness. Newspapers and television were the richer for it.