I have an article in The Independent today. If you can't afford the 70p cover charge, it's online here, replete with bizarrely literal headline.
Surprisingly this isn't my debut for the Indie - I once had a small bylined piece on the subject of Fabergé eggs, at the bottom of page 3 (phwoar!). I'm a bit of an expert on Fabergé eggs, you see.
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Well, you couldn't say you didn't know what the article was going to be about with a headline like that...
The one on the print version was "The write stuff". Awful!
Ahh. The Fabergé Egg story. Like Octopussy, only more page three.
Just read the other Indie article. Great. Although you miss out on the best part of the experience - being able to belt out the Neighbours theme tune in a dormitory in the middle of the night in a Tamil hill station. And learning how to communicate with your local chicken shop owner (or your local corner shop, as I discovered today).
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