Here’s how blogging works. First you run a site for four or five years, then one day John Malkovich turns up at your house:
Also, my friend Bryan appears wearing a Pope hat for some reason. How did this come to be? Simple; John’s sister Melissa is a dear friend of this site, and arranged for us to meet while her brother (a wide-ranging blog reader) is in Sydney filming J.M. Coetzee’s Disgrace. Nadia cooked (veal involtini); pals brought wine; everyone talked politics and art and sport for about six hours.
Which wasn’t a stretch for Malkovich, who’s outrageously well-informed (and hilarious) on just about any subject you might name, from 1950s British cars to Portuguese architecture. Worlds-collide moment of the night came when John asked, in that voice: “What’s the story with Margo Kingston?”
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