In Which I Venture to East Grinstead

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The life of an *Estate**s Gazette* journalist is an isolated one. You sit in splendid, uhh, isolation in Procter Street, and only ever venture to QH for induction and training.

But since I leaped into a Sutton role, my Reed horizons have expanded immeasurably! New York! Dublin! The Strand! Rugby! and now… East Grinstead!

Yes, last Friday I ventured to one of the most remote outposts of the RBI empire, East Grinstead, for meetings with Bankers Almanac and Kellysearch.

Adam Tinworth

Living somewhere in the blogging/journalism intersection, and not particularly bothered about making a choice.

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