So I finally broke my Sydney Writers' Festival hoodoo.  I didn't fall off the wharf.  I didn't  have to push my way through the crowd to vomit in a  toilet that wouldn't flush.  (Unpleasant for everyone, believe me). I wasn't lying prostrate with migraine when my favourite authors were in town, and most importantly, I …

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