Mandy was my best friend in Paris. We ate together, shopped together, travelled together. We went on assignments to the same European country at the same time so that we could later team up and paint the town red together. And I defended her fiercely against misplaced racist attacks from some stuck-up Brits on our multi-racial course in mid-career journalism in Paris in the early Nineties. Read more

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