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“As you will have no doubt foreseen... — Kelvin McKenzie, The Sun's editor; Preamble of the letter he sent to the paper's astrologer he was firing”

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Kelvin MacKenzie
Kelvin MacKenzie

Kelvin MacKenzie, born on October 22, 1946, is a British editor known for his career in the news and media sectors. He is recognized for his significant contributions to the field of news editing. more

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