From this months Private Eye, in the Funny Old World section:
"I was down in my garage when it happened," David Eddings told
re****ters outside the smouldering remains of his office in Carson City,
Nevada, "making reparis to my broken-down Excalibur s****ts car. I was
using water to flush out the gas tank when some fluid started leaking
out, and I began wondering what the hell it was. I didn't want to leave
a tankful of gasoline slowly leaking onto the garage floor, so I lit a
piece of paper and threw it into the puddle of liquid, to test if it was
flammable. In retrospect, I can see that this was a lapse of judgement
on my part."
Eddings, a seventy-five-year-old writer of fantasy novels, was speaking
after fire had raged through his garage and adjacent office, destroying
the original manuscripts of most of his books. "One word comes to mind,"
he continued, "Dumb. My intention was to prevent a fire, but I've
destroyed most of my life's work, all my writing equipment, and all the
juniper trees that used to line the driveway. The loss of the s****ts car
is a little painful too, because I've had it since the 70s. It made for
a real fancy vehicle, right up until it burned."
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