First, a declaration. It was Andrew Marriott who got me started in the writing racket almost 60 years ago by recruiting me as a freelancer at We shared flats in London, he got me out of numerous self-inflicted scrapes and we’ve been friends ever since. There were longish periods when we didn’t see much of each other, and this book records plenty of the extraordinary events that filled those gaps.
You couldn’t make it up
Oct 26, 2022
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