Newspapers stand, March 19, 2013. Image by Flickr/(Mick Baker)rooster
If Fleet Street, or what’s left of the shrinking print collective, ever decides to open the equivalent of an advanced training college, it should be located somewhere which looks like Compton Sinbury.
Scandal, secrets and sin, both venial and mortal, were the covert characteristics of novelist Guy Bellamy’s imaginary commuter village; a place where a potential page lead lurked round every corner and the twin curses of English civilisation, Christianity and journalism, lived side-by-side in grand delusion.
