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August 17, 2004

WELL HE CERTAINLY WRITES BADLY ENOUGH

The Telegraph profiles punker-turned-novelist Tony Parsons, who wants to "outsell John Grisham."

"Aw, I love my life now. To see my daughter blowing out the two little candles on her birthday cake beats taking drugs with Iggy Pop and Johnny Rotten. It is more exciting," he says. "It's more fun." Today, Parsons is a man of means, a home owner who runs three properties, including this one (on the market for £645,000) and a house in Stanmore where he is living while his new house in Hampstead is readied for the arrival of him and his family, second wife Yuriko and their little daughter, Jasmine.

Hampstead! Of course. That's where all rich, successful writers aspire to live, from Keats to Fay Weldon and John le Carré. Yet, as Parsons completes his trajectory from a council house in Billericay and writing about the Sex Pistols and the Clash to the sunlit uplands of posh north London and writing bestsellers, there's still this gaff to sell.

We're not totally sold - drugs with Iggy Pop sounds like fun to us.

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