Killing My Own Snakes: A Memoir

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Ann Leslie is a terrific journalist and raconteur who has travelled the world in the course of her long career. Although Leslie has consorted with various Hollywood stars (James Mason wanted to marry her, and David Niven became exceptionally irate when she spurned his advances) she started to specialise in the dirty side of the job, and the closing chapters of her book concentrate on that: dipping in to the Soviet bloc, covering wars in the Gulf and the Balkans, and generally getting her knees brown and her hands dirty. Ann Leslie has been one of our top journalists for over three decades and has come across a myriad of people in her time. But well over half the time, simply picking up the phone has results, and the defiant one says something like “Well, you want me to give up my lunch AND my drink! The only person who seems to have given Leslie a sense of love was the family's chief servant, Yah Mohammed, whom she adored.

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Whether you agree with her or not you can always be sure her views are based on her outstanding journalism, and couched in her own sparkling style. Then they suddenly stopped in astonishment: nobody, absolutely nobody, had ever come trudging up their gun-bristled hill wearing white gloves, a white-and-yellow Horricks frock, and carrying a white handbag. In the Sixties, she went on the trail of some fearsome Mexican drug traffickers while wearing 'white gloves, a white-and-yellow Horrocks frock (in those distant days, the epitome of the bourgeois Celia Johnson style), and carrying a white handbag'. More recently, dressed like a scatty granny, she's been able to disarm trigger-happy Israeli conscripts and even Mugabe's thugs. However, then our heroine is rescued and sent off to London to become a star columnist, which she does rather well, and the globetrotting begins.Shot at by Bosnian snipers, pursued by Robert Magabe’s secret police and been at Nelson Mandella’s release are some of the many tales she tells. Despite knowing nothing about sport she developed a strong rapport with Pele and Mohammed Ali (especially after she hit him on the jaw to gain his attention). Then, after a stint covering show business she was appointed Foreign Correspondent of the Daily Mail , an association that endures today, almost 40 years later, and one which finally allowed her real talent to shine through.