The Andrew problem: a short story
The poor bloke was on his arse. But I could see that evening he was definitely on his way back. He had the survivor’s glint
The poor bloke was on his arse. But I could see that evening he was definitely on his way back. He had the survivor’s glint
People offended by name-dropping are absolutely no fun. I’ve experimented with this concept on five continents – OK, four: Antarctica’s social whirl isn’t what it might be – and those who roll their eyes at shocking new developments in the world of celebrity are just the worst. Not content with having zero information to offer,