If anyone's looking to read an exceptional book, look no further than Henry Olonga's. Words like 'brave' and 'legend' get bandied around a bit too easily these days, but Olonga deserves these superlatives.
Biography wise I am reading this at the moment.
Funny as f*** in parts, especially when wined and dined by snobby film execs in LA, after they have sniffed, and swilled, their wine before its poured, he asks the waiter to pour a drop into his palm, which he then holds up to his ear to LISTEN to it.
Biography wise I am reading this at the moment.
Funny as f*** in parts, especially when wined and dined by snobby film execs in LA, after they have sniffed, and swilled, their wine before its poured, he asks the waiter to pour a drop into his palm, which he then holds up to his ear to LISTEN to it.
Has it got the story about how he was robbed by one-time Albion footballer Jimmy Tarbuck?