03 Jul 2008
I unhappily bumped into one of the great conmen of the West End this week. A meeting with him is like having a barrel of oil poured over your head. He’s slick and smooth but before very long you know you’ve come into contact with something extremely nasty, and it takes a severe mental scrub to get it all off. And just as with the price of oil these days, any encounter is likely to prove extremely expensive.
However, he’s hurt so many people in the past that, rather like the Exxon Valdez, I have hunch that one day he’s going down!