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Of a peer-to-be and a guru's car, of economists and wives of kings

People say that celebrity is a matter of luck, but I think it is pure judgment.Take the case of me. In the 1960s I lived next door to Jeffrey Archer (as he then was) in a cobbled Paddington mews. His wife Mary even looked after our cat, General Motors, when we went away on weekends. I have never revealed this interesting fact before.

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