Me and Mr Jones: is John Hurt the latest Indiana Jones villain?
I never did tell you about the time I went to London to record The Choice for Radio 4, and I was put up at a swank hotel, and was driven about in chauffeured limos. At any rate, the one who was taking me back to Kings Cross to go home turned up at the hotel and there was a case of mistaken identity. He assumed I was John Hurt rather than John Hirst, and was buzzing he said because he was driving someone famous. I would have thought infamous more like. I didn't give any of the others a tip because I could neither afford it and the Beeb were paying any way. But this one, I didn't want to burst his bubble and he was very chuffed at the tenner tip he received. I know I couldn't really afford it, but it was worth it to make his day. I have wondered since whether the real John Hurt is a skinflint or would he have given more than a tenner?
A mixture of law, politics, autobiography and humour. Once described as "The Devilish Advocate" (Guardian), I do have the ability to provoke a response. Sometimes it comes from someone who uses a thought process, and sometimes from jerks usually associated with the knee.
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