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Our @Telegraph critics recall bust ups with the stars. My contribution was a wrestling match over my tape recorder with Sinead O'Connor. I blame youth and passion on both sides. We made up 21 years later. https://twitter.com/TelegraphFilm/status/1355084392335609860
In my journalistic career I've had a few minor skirmishes with those I've written about. But, frankly, Liam Gallagher calling me "Bono's arsewipe" pales compared to the days I wrote crime features for GQ, attracting the ire of a psychopath who started writing to me from prison.
Or there was the Russian gang who sent me a message that there was "a big sword out for me in St Petersburg." When I asked the messenger what that meant, she cheerfully told me: "If you go back, they kill you." (I haven't been back)
As a young punk at @hotpress, I wrote a snide put down of folk rock legends Horslips. Next day, frontman Barry Devlin came storming into office demanding to speak to "the arsehole Neil McCormick!" I told him "Sorry, he's not in today" (& added "Honestly, Neil's a bit of a twat.")
