You have to be blessed with certain qualities to survive as a columnist on a national tabloid newspaper.
Holding passionate opinions, knowing how to string a sentence together and being unafraid to set fire to sacred cows are fine for starters. But what really sets you apart is a runaway ego, skin thicker than a pimp’s wallet and an ability to conjure up bulls**t at the drop of a hat.
Which is how I’ve survived for almost three decades. Until now, when I have serious competition on the thick-skinned/ego/bull-merchant front, as each Saturday I go up against someone the Daily Mail describes as “erudite”, “a star writer”, and “one of the wittiest in the business”. Not to mention “required reading” for “millions across the world”.
