i got into the airport in dundee and onto the counter to get the car. and then i was told i was not old enough to rent a car. so i've been hitchhiking around without telling my editors that i haven't been able to rent a car. so finally one day get the car and we get back to the hotel and the hotel clerk says, by the way, somebody is in your room. didn't phase me. all of a sudden, he totally unfurls his great height and just assumed that some bug sent by the lord provost so he turns to me and says you take the elevator, i'll take the stairs. the point of this totally alluded me but i take the elevator to get there about the fifth floor about the same time, barge into the room, david urges him. he was a chain smoker so humid delhi collapses and starts wheezing and this poor guy who is a television repairman scatters out with the tv still all in parts. but david got me the notion of just getting out in the world. how important it was as a storyteller to be there and meeting people. i was in belfast with him once. we were at the europa hotel. it was a tuesd

i was sent by harry evans up to a town named dundee in scotland expect was under the theory that harry had, that since i was an american, i was like woodward and bernstein, who had become famous for uncovering watergate. this is not true because one thing about writing about people how i do, you do it because you tend to write people. this is great for writing biographies, it's really bad for being an investigative journalist, because you totally sympathize with whoever you're writing about. so i was up there in dundee, and there was the mayor, the provost, and i-under covered the story there was shenanigans and a mysterious murder, and i write the story, and harry is so baffled by it, he send david blundey to help report it with me. and i was kind of embarrassed. i had gotten to the airport, gone to the count tore get the car, presented my sunday times credentials, and i was told i wasn't old enough to rent a car. so i head been hitchhiking around without telling my editor i hadn't been able to rent a car. so blundee gets a car, and the clerk says, by the way, somebody is in your room