Deadline

press days left the deepest impression. On more frantic Mondays than I care to remember we’d routinely put in 14-hour days in a desperate scramble to wrap the last news pages and the weekend’s race reports. If we finished by 10 in the evening we were doing well; but then I’d enjoy the ride home, through Melbourne’s deserted streets, past darkened pubs and through the welcome greenery of Albert Park, happy that we