“Every day, sometimes once, or twice, or even three times, she found herself drinking {{w|gin}}, or whisky, in the {{w|Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese|'Cheshire Cheese'}}, the famous '{{w|pub}}' where flashy young {{w|reporter}}s with padded shoulders, seedy old men of past fame, forgotten geniuses, tough young women whose finger-nails were no cleaner than Shute's, and the usual sprinkling of stars and pretenders, met daily, or nightly, for a quick drink, a dirty story, and perhaps a chance contact with someone useful.”