It's been a challenging few years in journalism. Admitting you're a journalist has been a bit like saying you're a banker. People wrinkle their noses in disdain, taking you for a person of distinctly loose morals - a bit of a lush and with criminal proclivities. In this excellent book, Dale sets the record straight. He lays journalism - and journalists - bare, from the emotions of the exhausted, yet exhilarated war reporter in Helmand province, to what the feature writers on the womens's weeklies have for their lunch (not wine, as it happens). It's a fascinating insight into the way journalists' daily lives inform their trade. It's a world you want to be part of - and one to which journalists should be jolly proud to belong.