Autograph-dealer Adam Andrusier tracked down some of the most valuable signatures on earth – and a lot of fakes
I answered my office phone to the sound of gargling. ‘Catarrh,’ explained a small voice. ‘This is Ray from the postcard fair. Friend of your dad’s.’ I remembered him now from my teenage years: a short dealer with a white mullet. He fished around inside cardboard boxes to retrieve his wares – old theatre programmes, posters, somebody’s wartime schoolbooks – before spreading them out in a six-inch wedge across his stall. ‘I’ve got an autograph book with Marilyn Monroe in. Thought you might be interested.’ ...
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