Like all young reporters - brilliant or hopelessly incompetent - I dreamed of the glamorous life of the foreign correspondent: prowling Vienna in a Burberry trench coat, speaking a dozen languages to dangerous women, narrowly escaping Sardinian bandits - the usual stuff that newspaper dreams are made of.
His first sister Doris was born in 1927 and after three years his second sister Audrey was born. Nowadays it insists on it. He wrote a sequel to his autobiography in 1989 called The Good Times.
