It’s interesting that City journalists’ code of dress was based on the possibility that Lord Rothschild might unexpectedly invite them to lunch one day (Nils Pratley, 2 September). In my days as a reporter, the sudden interview with the Archbishop of Canterbury was the touchstone.
When I moved on to feature-writing in the mid-70s, I felt liberated to wear less formal clothes – a pair of orange, stretch-velvet Fiorucci jeans being a favourite. However, when I arrived smartly dressed at the features party one Christmas, Tony Miles, chairman of the Mirror Group, was blunt: “How come you turn up for work dressed like a clown, and come to a party wearing a suit?”
Alasdair Buchan
Brighton
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