After an unholy number of good mornings – 468, to be precise – it’s time to say goodbye. I’m moving to an editing job here next week, so this is my final First Edition. It’s not exactly Dot Cotton leaving EastEnders, I know, but my hair and voice are very like hers at this time of day, so I hope you’ll allow me a sentimental leaving monologue all the same.
It’s a great job, this. You get to write about the most interesting story every day, and talk to whoever the best person is to help you explain it, or say why it’s being infuriatingly misunderstood. You also get to impose your jokes on a readership who could be forgiven for narrowing their eyes and scrolling to the Upside. (I do recommend today’s.)
