I get thousands and thousands of letters and e-mails from admirers and well-wishers every week and occasionally I take some time to respond to a select few.
I was born in a dusty house on Flicker Street in the City. My mother was assisted by my brother, Oliver, who was only three at the time. My father was busy playing Carrom with the boys from work and wouldn't learn of my existence for another 72 hours.
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