Writing in today’s Guardian about 1976, supposedly the greatest year ever for Britain. Certainly the hottest summer ever. A great year for the country, perhaps. But not for three-year-old me… The only good thing that happened that summer was my engagement to George (pictured above). Read more here.
“I’d like someone who’s physically very frail and won’t stop talking” twitter.com/sethrogen/status/1…
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