To tea this afternoon with my billionaire ventriloquist pal Roger De Courcey.
Roger's been making a bit of a splash this week down the road in his home town Folkestone, outlining how he's going to spend all his millions on new ice cream huts and some deckchairs for the seafront there.
We joke about how it's actually dirty money - what else could it be, when it's all been made by sticking his hand up a bear's arse?
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