nly 23 mourners were allowed at the funeral service for Harry Davey.
Former colleagues agreed in online chats that, in a non-Covid time, there would have been a three-figure congregation to say goodbye to a man who rose through the ranks in his 45 years at the Evening Standard.
“H”, as many knew him, joined the Standard as a 15-year-old tea boy but ended his working life as the newspaper’s Promotions Manager.
That last job meant mixing with celebrities, hopping on Concorde to New York in the line of duty and working closely with, and being valued by, successive proprietors: from the first Lord Beaverbrook to the fourth Viscount Rothermere.