Posts Tagged: Poor Sad Rapey Critter
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August: Assange County

If you have not read the enormous and amazing Andrew O'Hagan thing on his long ordeal ghostwriting Julian Assange's book, REALLY you must file it away to read on a long train journey or perhaps flight or period of incarceration. Poor stupid Julian Assange.

Julian would often refer to the places where he lived as ‘safe houses’ and say things like, ‘When you go to Queensland there’s a contact there you should speak to.’

‘You mean a friend?’ I’d say. One day, we were due to meet some of the WikiLeaks staff at a farmhouse out towards Lowestoft. We went in my car. Julian was especially edgy that [...]