Sold! To Harrison Banks.

I was at one of Elton’s (Ben) charity auctions the other week and I thought it was only right that I bid on something. I decided to go in low on a lot that no other bugger seemed interested in and ended up winning dinner for two at Antony Worrall Thompson’s restaurant for £48.72 (I was convinced Sid Owen was going to bail me out with a higher bid but he bottled it at the last.) As it was his birthday I decided to take my agent Bernie Shimshelwitz with me, little did we know but we were in for a shocker. First off AWT’s all over us, camping it up like there’s no tomorrow, in fact if he’d have got any camper he’d have needed a tent. The starters turn up (I had the ocean churn surprise and Shimshelwitz had a glass of red) and the first thing I pull out of mine is a suspect ginger hair. Thompson’s all apologies claiming that it must have come from his beard. That was a lie, his ‘wife’ had black hair. Rumbled.