Taking notes at a pub in Salisbury, I was mistaken for a health inspector!
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I once wrote that Lord Moran, Churchill's doctor, had doctored his diaries as well as his famous patient. That was true but unfair. Although their authenticity as contemporary, daily accounts is often questionable, the observations are quite wonderful.
Well I grew up in England, and I was in the London police.
I was the kind of reader in smudged pink harlequin glasses sitting on the cool, dusty floor of the Arrandale public library, standing at the edge of the playground, having broken a tooth in dodge ball, and lying under my covers with a flashlight.
All the things that you would have thought would have made me a professional A1 criminal... wrong. I decided that was too lazy and easy, and because of the way British society is, quite frankly you were denied an education, so I got one of my own.
Somehow I got a place at Bristol University. I'm still waiting for the phone call to say that they made a mistake and got the wrong person.
When I was a student, I had a part time job as a barmaid at a dodgy pub in Kent.
I damaged my health during 'Les Mis,' which I didn't want to mention in case it seemed like I was courting sympathy.
One minute I was a clapped-out, two-guinea, legal-aid lawyer, and the next minute I was in parliament.
I'm a regular at a hospital in Pennsylvania. The Riddle Hospital in Media, Pennsylvania.
I spent a day in a neck brace on a hospital trolley after falling from a horse and cart in Ireland. All the nurses thought I was a traveler, which made me laugh. Who else comes into a hospital saying they've fallen off a horse and cart?