Back in the good ol’ days, when the mag was produced in a pukka, bona fide office by a team of plenty, not me on my Jack Jones on a metal desk in my dining room, we were inundated with requests, usually from parents, for their kids to come in and see how the magazine is produced.
Why spoil the magic we used to laugh. Our office in Croydon was hardly the most thrilling working environment, and it seemed a shame to spoil the illusions of any budding writer, photographer or designer that this was the best the future could offer them.
Truth is, most of the work experience kids looked thoroughly uninterested in the whole affair, and since they required lots of work to accommodate them, we often said…
