THIS MONTH... A FOND FAREWELL
Allgood things, they say, come to an end, and so it is that this will be my final It Shouldn’t Happen to a Film Journalist column. Yes, that’s right, after 10 years and 130 missives, I’m setting aside my quill for the inkpot is dry. There are, after all, only so many things that shouldn’t happen to a film journalist – even a disaster magnet like me has a finite number of anecdotes – and I’ve been aware for some time that either: a) my words, though still of interest (I hope) and containing a smattering of amusement value (I pray), have not been hitting the brief; or b) I’m beginning to repeat myself like a great-grandad telling war stories.