Patrick Stewart, actor and intergalactic explorer, recently put out an ironic tweet, saying how honoured he was to be included on the National Rifle Association’s so-called “enemies list”. As self-inflicted PR wounds go, the bloated roll-call of organisations and VIPs that have “lent their name and notoriety to anti-gun causes” was a classic. (“All of America” was how CNN summed up the contents.) One name I didn’t expect to stumble across was “Clive Davis, writer”. I assumed they meant my namesake, the record producer, yet I can’t find any record of him mounting the barricades. Besides, he’s only a writer if you count his recent “ghost-written” autobiography. So far, I haven’t been able to find another CD who fits the bill. Can I really have earned the NRA’s wrath just because of a few tweets supporting gun control? Seems unlikely. The oddest part of it all is that I wrote a feature for The Times, back in the days of “Bowling for Columbine”, which was one of the very few pieces to set out the gun lobby’s objections to what was, as far as I could see, a deeply dishonest film. The article is still out there, pinned to the web site of a group called the Western Missouri Shooters Alliance. (Just for the record, I’m not hostile to all guns. I’ve tried clay-pigeon shooting in the States, and loved it. And if I lived in a remote community there, I wouldn’t rule out buying a revolver for protection.)
Ah well, if they did mean me, at least the “writer” bit is flattering. Perhaps I’ll be able to put that on my passport one day.