IT WAS AN AGREEABLE NEW Year of raclette, cosy wood fires and cautious skiing — these days, lust for adrenaline is more than offset by fear of fractured femurs. Alas, now it’s back to being woken up in the dark to the twittering of the Today programme’s 6.20 business bulletin.
I used to groan every time I heard those dreaded words: “And now, over to our Salford studio … ” But, three years after the BBC shifted its business desk 200 miles north, I have concluded it was, after all,