Feature London Times May 15, 2000

I have proof, if any were necessary, that Stephen Fry's next novel - The Stars' Tennis Balls - will be every bit as smutty as the last. Fry was perplexed when, after repeated attempts to send drafts of his work-in-progress to his publishers at Random House, his editors reported that nothing had arrived. Finally, the author was contacted by the firm's IT department. His drafts had been intercepted by the firm's electronic guardian, on account of their "colourful" language. "I received a letter asking me to desist from sending them pornographic material," Fry tells me. "I've never been so ashamed."