The other day, at a press conference, the door gift was a T-shirt — a T-shirt with the large corporate logo of the company. One slightly older, pudgy, bad-tempered journo was heard asking for a second T-shirt, much to everyone’s amazement and surprise. The sort of laughing that makes you feel your facial muscles will be sore the next day, after the workout. It’s actually terrible being a journalist — or, more specifically, a financial journalist. And then you get sued as well by some blokes saying their reputation has been damaged by what was written.

Source: The Edge Markets October 04, 2021 08:26 UTC