My father, Jonathan Sale, who has died aged 81, spent his entire career as a journalist. He was known for covering quirky and retrospective topics and his writing reflected his personality: curious, kind, and humorous.
He cut his teeth on Fleet Street in magazines, at Queen and later at Punch for many years, where he eventually became features editor and, for a time, the wine correspondent – a slightly odd fit, as he had been teetotal since leaving university. In 1986, after Punch was taken over, he was made redundant. His severance package included a new Apple Mac computer, which became his pride and joy as he set himself up as a freelance writer – a role he remained in for the rest of his life.
