The last time Tina Brown, Harold Evans and their children came to stay on the island, Tina called me to say there had been a slight disaster. They had taken the children parasailing, but the parasail had got stuck up in the sky. For hours. And hours.
They might be late for dinner.
On a previous visit she called to tell me one of them had fallen down a man hole.
A deep one. I can understand both misadventures, except that I did not think we had either parasailing or man holes on Harbour Island. But somehow Tina had found both.
Tina Brown has led an extraordinary life, marching through the male dominated world of journalism, to the beat of her own drum.
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