Pure G.K. Chesterton
Luckily, he is deigning me with his presence tonight. Of course this might be less to do with the desire for a proper natter with me before going to ground in Eastern Europe than with needing to lie low or get the hell out of Hook. With my reputation for knee-jerk irony, you can believe I am writing with tongue firmly wedged into cheek, but this is Tim Dedopulos we are talking about. He might make me fiction in his books, yet the man is pure G.K. Chesterton.
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