Jack Hartzman

RIP Jack. I still fondly remember your warm hospitality during a sunny day on the Southwold quayside at the Strangler’s Arms (is this right? - JH) when we found ourselves a window table and liberally refreshed ourselves before heading back to the flat. It was a magic day.

A scourge to some, no doubt, but a legend to most of us and a shining exemplar of what Reuters is all about. We shall not see his like again on the newsroom floor. ■