I met the Guardian’s Rory Carroll on a trip to Italy around three years ago, at the end of his stint as the paper’s Rome correspondent. We were sitting on a roof-terrace of a residential block in the centro storico, where a mutual acquaintance was staying, and I assume we were having something to drink, though I don’t remember what it was. What I do remember was that he was delightful, smart, interesting, and very funny, and I felt sick in my stomach when I read yesterday afternoon that he’d been kidnapped in Sadr City. Best of luck to all those involved in trying to secure his release.
UPDATE [11pm, 20.10.2005]: Good news, over here.