sure it's a rough cut which is a touch schizoid, telling two stories at the same time. One, the reach of power and privilege. The other, an homage to journalism from another distant time. At times it doesn't work telling both side by side, though one tale is gripping and the other has real charm.

I'd like to know much more about the plot and its men... and whether Cecil King ever was able to make himself invisible walking down Fleet Street.

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Anaïs Nin