I remember there was the un-named editor of a Scottish edition of a national who kicked a sub off a Mac so he could finish the blurb about a hotel deal for readers himself. And so it came to pass that the first edition was printed with a never-to-be-repeated ‘Two Nights For The Price Of Three’ offer. Presses halted, a few thousand copies unceremoniously sent to be pulped…

There have been many headery hereys over the years but one of my favourites was from a computer magazine, one of the many that littered newsstands in the Eighties. It ran with a strapline across the centre spread that read proudly: Type some shit in here.

We’ve all screwed up at some point or another. I once went through a Slade story at the last minute, on the Mail in Glasgow, laughing like a drain as I changed the ridiculous misspelling of the lead singer’s name from Holder to Holden. My laughter stopped promptly when the editor saw what I’d done. Years later, in London, another senior person did the same thing, but this time changed Bono to Bobo. I’ve not listened to a U2 track without tears in my eyes since…

Kenny Campbell, former editor, Metro