Product Description
It was September 2009 and I was sitting at the rear of a Gulfstream G300 private jet, inbound to London from New York. It was early morning, I'd opened the blind and inadvertently woken one of only three passengers on the plane - Sienna Miller.
How did this come about? How did a very ordinary bloke like yours truly, all-round chap and I hope, reasonably good egg, find himself at forty-odd years and forty-odd thousand feet sitting on a private jet with a movie goddess, getting paid for it?
The full answer draws upon a broad panorama of drunken Irishmen, homicidal doctors, more than one good woman (and many more than a few bad ones), palaces, theatres, Iranian buses, Indonesian zoos, Japanese fighters, Nigerian supermarkets, English boarding schools, fatal accidents, astronaut training, burning buildings, mass and mass murderers, exploding dustbins, exploding pubs, exploding social clubs, sex, births, deaths, divorce, disaster, heroism and Doncaster Rovers.
How did this come about? How did a very ordinary bloke like yours truly, all-round chap and I hope, reasonably good egg, find himself at forty-odd years and forty-odd thousand feet sitting on a private jet with a movie goddess, getting paid for it?
The full answer draws upon a broad panorama of drunken Irishmen, homicidal doctors, more than one good woman (and many more than a few bad ones), palaces, theatres, Iranian buses, Indonesian zoos, Japanese fighters, Nigerian supermarkets, English boarding schools, fatal accidents, astronaut training, burning buildings, mass and mass murderers, exploding dustbins, exploding pubs, exploding social clubs, sex, births, deaths, divorce, disaster, heroism and Doncaster Rovers.
