Early in our hospital stay, I got a call from the publicist at my management company. He told me that the Daily Mail had called and were aware that I had a son in Great Ormond Street Hospital being treated for a brain tumor, and wanted to know if I wished to comment. I told him to please tell the Daily Mail that if they printed anything about my son, I would kill the reporter and any editors who approved it, and then sit down in a puddle of their blood and wait for the police to come. No article ran.
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