I've met lots of authors, though I can't say any of them were really friends. Assuming we're talking of novelists and not the academic authors I worked with - educashun don't count innit?
I grew up in Salisbury, a city used to starring in novels, especially Jude the Obscure and the Barchester Chronicles. There were two grammar schools in Salisbury, one for boys and one for girls. In theory the two schools collaborated but as the boys' school was much better funded than we were there was a good deal of rivalry, not to mention a few grudges, at least on our side. Anyway, the English master from the boys' school turned up one day to give an English Lit class to us girls. He didn't seem to like girls much, at least not en masse and in gymslips, but despite that he came along and talked to us, bigger girls on chairs, us little 'uns on the floor. He'd had a few books published by then and he talked about them, answered some questions, then left. I don't think I'd read any by that point but shortly after his visit they made a film of one of his books and we certainly all saw that. Mr Golding resigned from the boys' school around then presumably because the film gave him a financial cushion which schoolmastering never did. Lord of the Flies was, allegedly, partly based on the boys school - we spent ages after the film came out trying to pin down whose elder brother was Piggy and who the cruel boys were, lol. William Golding had a nickname locally, he was called "Old Scruff" - he had a straggly beard and wore tweed jackets, and he was often to be seen at the market where Augustus John also used to hang out. As did my father. Of course it wasn't until I was a bit older, and realised who these guys were and that my father knew them, that I wished I'd paid more attention!
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The Hubble Telescope has just picked up a sound from a fraction of a second before the Big Bang. The sound was "Uh oh".