I didn't want to go to New York anyway; once you've seen one Ponzi schemer being pushed into the back of a squad car you've seen them all.
As you can guess, just like Rupert Murdoch and a sense of scruples, myself and the BAFTA Rocliffe NYTVF prize (just reaching for my inhaler) decided we weren't really right for each other.
Anybody else have a dangerously close shave with success? The sense of relief is overwhelming isn't it?
Oh, sorry, yes before I forget...
"Hello" everybody.
(You all do exist in real life?)