At supper the other night, somehow the talk turned to prostitutes. I said I had known one. Of course, I was asked to say more. So I said more.
Back in 1991, I was phoned by an old friend, a partner at Curtis Brown, the literary agents. A woman had approached him wanting help writing her autobiography. She seemed to require more attention than an agent could normally give; as at that moment I was between jobs, would I be interested? […]