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 | | As was Frank's habit, I often travel to London for a hard night's work and end up kipping on a convenient student's floor or, failing that, a student's convenient floor. |
 | | There is respect for his employer: 'Our determination not to be deflected by the fleshpots of Asia, by the night clubs and the bath-houses of the Ginza, Tokyo's West End, but to work hard and give the pound-and-a-half of flesh that the BBC demands on big international sporting occasions'. |
 | | There is self-deprecation: 'There should be one or two places on earth where you can go without having Frank Bough thrust upon you.' But then, bottom of page 191, there is poetic insight: 'This year, 1980, I'm 47. |
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