Jolly journalists

As a rule, I don’t accept jollies. It’s not for any moral reason – just that it would be difficult to write the sort of copy I do if I had been lavishly wined and dined in some far-flung, exotic destination.

On Wednesday, another good reason to turn them down materialised: they can be jolly, but not necessarily smooth. One of my more senior colleagues was invited to go and see a Euro 2008 championship football match in Switzerland by one of the leading banks in FX – one that didn’t even bother asking me.

I rang him early in the morning, and he told me he was waiting for his delayed flight from London City Airport to take off.

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