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Broke, bit­ter, usu­ally half-cut by lunchtime

Two months ago, as I was in Las Vegas shoot­ing Osama bin Laden with a machine gun, a man con­nec­ted to the pub­lish­ing industry was read­ing the choicest extracts from my novel. Before him were two stacks of paper: one piled heavy and high and marked ‘NO’, the other much shorter, marked ‘YES’ and, I’d like to think, haloed with tinkly stars dan­cing to a heav­enly coloratura.

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