Well, the shake-out from Rapier’s collapse simply refuses to die down doesn’t it? Even my old flame Jeremy Lee has had a pop…and a great read it is too.
Then again, the ongoing row could well be something to do with Stead and Hornby’s unashamed ‘rich-boy’ lifestyles. After all, Steady is a man who refuses to use a ski-lift when he’s on the slopes; he uses a helicopter to drop him at the top and then picks him up at the bottom.
I’m sure his love of so-called heli-skiing will not be lost on his former employees as they pick over the bones of their non-existent redundancy pay-offs.
The thing is, as regular readers will no doubt confirm, I’m not averse to a rich-boy. But there is one caveat – I only like the ones who lavish me with expensive gifts. If they don’t, well, they can go to hell as far as I’m concerned.
And I can’t even mention Johnny Hornby in our office otherwise my esteemed editor goes apoplectic. It seems our Johnny still hasn’t forgiven him for falling asleep on his 175ft yacht in Cannes, even though former British Gas client Nick Smith got away scot-free with pissing in someone’s wardrobe after mistaking it for the toilet.
As for my Uncle Ivan, he seems to be keeping his cards very close to his chest about the Rapier rescue. It must be something to do with his impending agency launch, Bone Idol.
If it all goes tits up, he’ll no doubt be straight round to CHI with his begging bowl. Or, far more likely, I’ll get dispatched to Rathbone Street in one of my skimpiest outfits to get on my knees.
Talking of which, my very own agency millionaire has been very generous of late, and along with this week’s delivery from Agent Provocateur came a late summer break to Tuscany, of all places.
I haven’t been back there since last year, when I spent a few days with Tarquin Farqhuar (Farquhar by name, dirty Farquhar by nature). He did a great impersonation of the Italian stallion too.
Not too sure my new man will be able to match that, but Viagra-willing, we’ll give it go…
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