Fortunately, the three other young women I joined on the news desk were equally disenchanted. On my first day, a bloke with a basket of sandwiches did the rounds. These were wolfed down at speed, al desko. I’d barely swallowed the last crust when the trio hustled me out of the building. We dashed across north London’s multilane Finchley Road to a faux Swiss chalet plonked in the middle of a roundabout.