Who am I?
Examples of character are the best way to answer that question. How many people can creep stealthily up behind a gentleman you believe to be your father and deliver a karate chop to the back of the neck only to be thrown out of the hotel when it’s revealed to be the manager? Few I would imagine.
How many have stood before a regiment of grizzled army troops at a Spanish army barracks delivering English language drills before the realisation sets in that you have arrived at the wrong address and are frogmarched off the premises? Even fewer, I suspect. And yet, gaining admittance to the Ministry of Nuclear Energy was easier still.
If these episodes strike you as the work of a rogue, I couldn’t possibly comment. All I am prepared to admit is that I was born in London, UK and after spending much of my twenties on the continent fleeing various people, I’m now lying low in Oxford.
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