Now, as a cub reporter I remember somehow managing to do an obit on a well-known town football club supporter – then ended up sitting opposite him on a bus to a match. Given his healthy pallor I had to revisit my claim that he was a goner. What I, or any of my colleagues on various titles, never managed to do was predict a death. If this talent can be refined it might just keep newspapers alive for some years to come – just not some of their readership…