"His breaking point came on the afternoon of September 11, when he was summoned to the office of the editor Rebekah Wade and rebuked for not being "in character". Begley, then 29, was told to appear in full Potter regalia at the next day’s news conference. He parted ways with the paper a few weeks later and is now considering legal action against his former employers. (His initial claim was turned down because he had been on staff for only six months.)
Begley’s account was this week dismissed by Stuart Kuttner, the tabloid’s managing editor, as “deeply flawed”. In a letter to this paper, he said that his former reporter was a “fantasist” and Ms Wade had “made no request” for Begley to “parade as Harry Potter”.
And now? As if by magic - a tape recording of conversations between Begley and senior NoW executives has suddenly “apparated” at Telegraph Towers…”
The transcript is here and well worth a read. THEY MADE HIM DRESS UP AS HARRY POTTER ALL THE TIME. WHAT. THEY WHAT?
And it’s like ‘but the one part where they slipped up was when they made him do it on September 11’
Yeah that’s creepy. BUT IT WAS ALREADY CREEPY.
In 1959 Peter Welch and another builder built this house in Te Puke, New Zealand and it was never lived in for over 50 years. Mr Welch died this year and his property was sold at auction.
The trustee of Mr Welch’s estate confirmed the property had never been lived in:
Mr Welch was a member of the navy in World War II. At the end of the war he came to New Zealand, initially to Christchurch, then decided the Bay of Plenty was the place for him’
He had been here a little while and his mother and sister were still in England so he built the house on the understanding they would come to New Zealand but they never came.’
The sister came over to visit once but she never lived here
One New Year’s Eve the neighbours had a house full of people and (Mr Welch) let a couple of them sleep the night.That one night was the only time someone has ever slept in the house, to my knowledge.
About a dozen records, including Harry Belafonte, remain inside the record player cabinet.
Foster-Wallace interview, bittersweetly out-of-date but still clever. I like it when he talks about his wife, cos I’m a lame.