Culture I fell asleep on a train – when I woke up, Paul McCartney was there I decided not to ask Paul for his autograph. Instead, I would be cool, and tweet to all my friends that I was on a train… By David Quantick
I admired Castro’s buttocks, clad in combat fatigues of the finest parachute silk In 2001, I invited myself to Cuba to see my favourite rock group, Manic Street Preachers, play a one-off… By David Quantick