By
Jane Cruickshank
/ August 13, 2025
BACK in the day, when I worked at the Mearns Leader, I had an editor.
My editor read everything I wrote, advising me along the way of the deficiencies in my use of the English language – and my tendency to careless spelling error.
If by any unlikely chance anything got past our editor, there was a team of sub-editors in Forfar who also read through everything, partly because they had to compose the headlines for each article except the front page splash -that was the editor’s privilege.
Some 20 years later, I am a lonely soul at the keyboard with no-one to defend me from the public shame of a hastily published blunder.
Apologies for today’s belter if you spotted it.