I’d only been working for a few months as a researcher on the Observer’s magazine. One late evening, the deputy editor rushed over to me in the open plan office. I’d been working on a project and didn’t want to go home.
‘Look’ he said, ‘the actor Donald Sutherland is in town to promote his latest film.’ ( I can’t remember its name). ‘Have you heard of him.’ I nodded. ‘We forgot to get anyone to go and none of the features writers are free. Would you like to try your hand at an interview?’
I told him that I wasn’t going to have sex with him. He looked at me seriously and then burst out laughing
He paused. ‘Look he can be very difficult. Even if you get a few lines it will be okay and don’t get upset if he starts shouting at you and tells you to get lost.’
Scared excitement overwhelmed me. I rushed to the hotel and someone showed me where he was. He’d

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