Stop, Look, Listen #10: 20 honest things I've learnt about journalism in the last 20 years

Twenty years ago today, a man saved me from a room up a dodgy fire escape in Acton Town. 

Actually, it was three men. The first had wavy hair and a vaguely Yorkshire accent, and stole me away to a pub down the road from the Crossrail, sorry, I mean the Astoria. He brought his mate along to help, a tall pipe cleaner of a man with a laugh high and bright e…