If I thought
the press killed my mum I probably wouldn’t invite them into every aspect of my
life.
If I wanted
to ‘get away’ from that same prying, hurtful, heartless, intrusive press, I
would be even less inclined to share my every waking thought with the nearest
reporter.
If I were an
everyday bloke, former soldier, married to a mid-rate actress, I doubt Oprah
would have me or my wife within a mile of her house unless I was there to empty
the bins.
If I was a
reporter, I wouldn’t be in...
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