I had to be dragged, not exactly kicking and screaming but certainly emitting weak staticky signals of protest, onto Twitter. But now that I'm there, I find there's at least one daily joy. If it's not Stephen Fry, currently in Australia and announcing yesterday that he's off to a barbie in North Perth and it's not really the weather for it but it's all about the sausages really, then it's a reminder like this that the world is really very small indeed. If you don't know who Ronan Farrow is, here's a hint: he used to be called Satchel.
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Bizarre coincidence. Just now saw Woody Allen's latest film and this morning thought, whatever happened to that baby he and Mia Farrow had? then googled/wiki'ed and was astonished to read about the life and work of RF. Who is also (sorry) a bit of a hottie.
Lovely review of your book in Spectrum this morning. Much deserved - well done!
How nice that Satchel survived the whole experience! Like Duncan Jones, he's obviously inherited some interesting talents :)
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