I used to work with a guy. His name was Raoul.

Raoul.

Yeah, that was when you were smuggling drugs across the border.

And Raoul was the poshest guy that you've ever met in your life.

And he would turn up every day in bright yellow trainers,

okay, black jeans,

what I could best describe as a fisherman's jumper? A fisherman's jumper.

So it was like...

It was... Was it intensely minty? Like a fisherman's friend?

It was too woolly, it's sort of... It was really baggy on the sleeves.

It sort of hung over the end of his arms.

He had holes in it in places that holes shouldn't have been had.

I mean this guy wasn't so much born with a silver spoon in his mouth as a silver

Porsche a woolen jumper and there was one Christmas actually we were around at my

bosses huge enormous mansion yeah and he did invited invited around for Christmas drinks basically and so he went into his

drawing room which was immense it was filled with like stationary the fact that you went into his drawing room.

Yeah, it was filled with pads of paper,

stationary wax crayons, yeah.

But you, this place was so big you could have built my house brick for brick inside the room

that we were in it was absolutely and then drawn it this room and that sat down and

I had a nice portrait watercolours and on the coffee table was a copy of Tathler magazine and so with a

lack of anything of interest to do because I was surrounded by all these posh people who I had

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