Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Thursday, 22 January 2015
Naipaul and Theroux have finally made it up in a tearful sort of way. Paul Theroux once came to my workshop saying he wanted something stone, so I gave him my card. Did he ever get back to me? Did he fuck. I haven't forgiven him for playing with my hopes and expectations, the dwarf.