I wasn't expecting anything quite this spectacularly magnificent. But, then, the greatest thrills come when one least expects them, right?
Brodie had already decided what his lede would be. The opening paragraph of any story is invariably the most vital; it must capture the event, as succinctly as possible, and in doing so it must capture the reader's attention and hold it. To that end, Brodie had chosen just three words - the same word repeated three times. "Magnifico, magnifico, magnifico," he typed.
An hour or so later, having typed 1000 words more, Brodie picked up the telephone on his press box desk and put a call through to his office in far off Ulster. As he did so, he silently wished he would get any copytaker, any at all, rather than Charlie Stuart, the one with whom he always, without exception, clashed. It was Charlie who took the call. "Can you hear me?" asked Brodie. "Yeah, I can hear ya," Charlie barked back. "You sure? "Yeah, I'm sure." "OK, here's the scoreline," and Brodie read the result. Then he offered his prized lede. To which Charlie responded with a roar down the line: "I heard ya the first *#@$ing time!"
All jokes aside, I felt like repeating, over and over, that very same word this afternoon, when I opened the case of my latest portable typewriter acquisition - a burgundy Everest. Magnifico, magnifico, magnifico, I thought. I knew exactly how Brodie had felt, all those years ago.
What is the badge, does anyone know?