Together we tottered across Blackfriars Bridge at the end of a shift. "Brain like chewed string" I used to say after eight hours in 'the Slot', the centre of action at United Press International. UPI, where the world's news clattered east and west continuously, remorselessly at 60 words a minute through ranked teleprinters and reperf machines spewing miles of tickertape. Possibly we tottered via those old Fleet Street watering holes, the...