The Jetsetting Pervert
“He was dressed like the creature you’ll catch out of the corner of your eye the day after tomorrow. A rake thin figure cultivating a pot belly of which he was becoming almost maternally proud, he was dressed exclusively in suede, hemp, cowboy boots and silken accessories from Jermyn Street. What wasn’t tie-died was wine-stained, and if he still thought that his eye liner was anything more than a disguise then he was a bloody fool.
Fortunately, for the last sixteen years he had managed to live quite well as absolutely nothing more than a bloody fool…”
(c) Ian Bird 2013