A week gone by

It was last Saturday that things got decidedly wild and woolly as Tom Cruise likes to say. My bosses discovered that I'd hid a Euro or billion, under the carpet. We talked about it for a bit and well after 8 months of not taking a holiday I suddenly found myself most motivated to get out of gay Paris for a bit. So here I am, shan't tell you where, in case Inspector Clouseau is reading this.

Getting back to Tom Cruise, I'd quiet like him to play me in the movie. The only problem is that he's getting on a bit. A young Tom Cruise, like he was in Top Gun, that would have been just perfect. As for the movie, I mean to say Nick got a movie out of it and he's tubby, English and bald. What's more I beat him 5 to 1 at this trading game, so the minimum I deserve out of all this is a movie about moi. And such is my notoriety that I deserve someone better then a junkie Scotsman playing my debonair self.