Every woman who's sought a career in journalism owes a debt to pioneers like Julie Welch. She evokes the golden age of print journalism in the the 60s and 70s, but the women journalists' struggle for acceptance - let alone equality - are a salutary reminder of how things used to be. Their stories are as relevant now as they were then - and a generation of female writers will be very grateful for the battles Julie and her colleagues fought before them.
In 1973, Julie Welch became the first female newspaper sports reporter on Fleet Street. It was an amazing achievement and her account of how she managed it reads like a Jilly Cooper novel ... Interspersed with her recollections are those of other 'Fleet Street Girls', the women who joined newspapers in the 1960s and 1970s, mainly to boost the features side. Their memories make interesting reading ... Many of them clearly feel nostalgia for this colourful, freewheeling era, which was hardworking, hard-drinking and full of esprit de press corps. Wandering hands notwithstanding, it sounds like good fun ... Her story is original, dramatic and brave
Eye-opening ... Welch's book is imbued with nostalgia for a time in her life that was, while difficult, also fun. The Fleet Street Girls is as much an obituary for the "glory days of print"as it is a story of pioneering women ... Welch writes with style, and her journey to acceptance in a man's world makes for fascinating reading
Fleet Street Girls recounts the stories of the trailblazing women journalists of the 1970s and 1980s, whose fight to be taken seriously by the then all-male Fleet Street club both thrilled and nearly killed them ... eye-opening and highly enjoyable ... the stories are wittily told, if sometimes mouth-claspingly horrifying ... I found this story of women kicking dusty, idiotic old prejudices to one side (while getting the better of the tweedy old fools that perpetuated them) as cheering as it was galvanising
The Fleet Street Girls is both a witty love letter to a vanished era when typewriters clacked long into the night and the filing of copy was punctuated by reviving trips to El Vino's wine bar, and an honest picture of an era when women writers struggled to be taken seriously
A funny and revealing look at the trail-blazing women - including the author - who stormed the citadels of journalistic male chauvinism in the Sixties and Seventies
Welsh's long-awaited book covers not only her time as the first lady of football for The Observer but also tells the story of other female Fleet Street pioneers
Entertaining ... Fleet Street Girls is full of gorgeous details about the newsroom paraphernalia of old. The overflowing ashtrays and huge typewriters on which copy was bashed out in carbon triplicate before being stuffed into tubes and sent to the machine room via overhead wires. The vicious metal spike on which unwanted copy was "stabbed to death"
This book made me almost weep with nostalgia
A celebration of Fleet Street, "that unstoppable, life-consuming news factory", which, with the "subterranean rumble" of its printing presses and the clamour of its many pubs ... Welch captures the thrill and camaraderie among the "dystopian clutter" of the newsroom ... Humorous nostalgia is intercut with pungent reminders, however, of the sexist culture then prevalent in newspapers