I met Bill Leak just the once. It was at a dinner party; my old boss was heading back overseas after a wonderful term of service in Australia. He was having a feast a Spanish restaurant in the city. Officially his Editorial Assistant, I preferred to call myself his ‘Girl Friday’. It sounded very ‘naughty secretary’, and was a conscious snub to the feminist left (for whom I always seek new ways to irritate).
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