“Are you crazy?” shouted Scrooge

For over 40 years one man has tried to stop me going broke.

He’s not always succeeded, as I went down the drain in 1970.

His name is Mike Carpenter.

And he was not best pleased by my latest wheeze – an evening roistering in The Mitre (near Paddington) on March 27th.

“You were charging up to ￡1,700 for a day with you in Bristol,” he pointed out.

“What on earth possessed you to offer a night in London for just ￡77?”

“It’s to promote my book, ‘You Did WHAT?’”

“You’ve already promoted it. This is just an excuse for a frolic.”

“Ah yes, but now I’m recording an audio version.”

“So?”

“It’s going to have stuff that wasn’t in the print version.”

“You mean sordid tales about your misdemeanours? And an excuse to get hungover at the firm’s expense”

“Er, that’s only half true.”

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Drayton