So I'm sitting outside this pub in London, right, and this bloke in motorbike gear and dark glasses turns up and says he's got lots of info on me, and announces that we've got to go to Corsica in the boat. Erk. He says he's from a big building on the south bank (MI6?) and some AH (adolf?..) is involved too. After quite a lot of drinks I managed to run off. It's not safe anywhere these days.