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Question: How do you protect a community?
Answer: By being overtly diligent whilst retaining a straight line in communications and connecting only trusted people.
This truth was nowhere more apparent than when I met with some lovely people along the way that were genuine and fun. One such person was Mimi Doctor, an interior designer with a touch of class.
We met at The Ned for drinks at 4.00 pm, and immediately hit it off, as property and interiors were areas of knowledge and interest that we both shared. We finished our drinks at the bar with the promise to arrange a further appointment to meet at her home to discuss matters further. It wasn’t too long afterwards that I travelled to Notting Hill to meet with Mimi.
Along the way, I hopped off the Tube and noticed a missed call. Thinking it was Mimi, as I walked along Regents Street, I rang the number back, only to discover that the call was from Mark Fallon, solicitor for Buckmaster-Brown and Dalgleish. It was a scorching afternoon and so I continued to walk along Regents Street and took a look at Watches of Switzerland. I entered and was greeted with the offer of a drink and a ‘feel free to explore’ comment from the staff, which I felt was interesting (and it ensured that I did just that).
I walked to the far end of the store and saw the new Cartier Skeleton watch. It took only a nanosecond to be greeted once again by a staff member, who asked gently if I would like to know more ‘about the piece’. He went on to explain that at 6.00 pm that same day, Cartier had arranged the formal UK launch of the Skeleton, some two and a half hours later.
We chatted for a while longer and I handed him my business card, which he put close to his face, as if he couldn’t see any further than a few inches.
Once he had read the card, he said, ‘The Home Club ! Oh, my manager isn’t here today, and would certainly love to meet with you. Er … wait here a minute, Sir, and I’ll be right back.’
He then dashed off and, almost like a silent movie, he ran first one way, then the next, until he disappeared for a few more seconds. When he reappeared, he swaggered back towards me looking pleased with himself and said, ‘Would you like to try it on? Perhaps I might take a photo of it on you, so that you can show to the people in your club?’
I wasn’t really dressed to wear a Cartier Skeleton watch, but it was certainly a stunning timepiece.
‘That would be great,’ I replied, and lifted the left sleeve to my blue jacket.
The luxury market isn’t what I had thought it to be: it was in a complete mess, and the more I understood it, I was reminded of Lulu’s expertise when mentioning her marketing quip, after I had asked her to explain her marketing strategy...
I told her that 'you couldn't polish a turd' her reply was, 'no! But you Can roll it in glitter'
Great Britain had upheld the highest regards of manufacture and control of the luxury market had real quality and history at its heart throughout the goods and services.
I designed an amended brochure to send to a few close contacts and settled back feeling a degree of relief from the stressful issues I was addressing. Just as I allowed myself a moment to relax, I received an email, out of the blue, from Sherry Roberts,
‘Hi Darren
FYI in case you haven't seen their brochure.
Best,’
In the shock of the unmistakable likenesses of the attached document, I immediately called and asked her where she had found the document.
She replied, ‘I was attending an event [The Watch Club] at Boisdale in Canary Wharf when I bumped into a girl, who today forwarded me details of City AM Club’
I asked her if she would forward the email address, almost expecting the evidence to end there, yet instead, she replied,
‘You already have it, as it’s in the email that was forwarded on to me, which I then forwarded to you.’
I scrolled down the email and discovered that the email and attachment had been sent to Sherry from none other than Victoria Salem, the previous Associate for The Home Club – the last person to stay on with my company, after all the others had left. Underneath Victoria’s name was the title,
‘Victoria Salem, Membership Manager City AM Club’
The attached City AM Club - PDF was similar in so many ways to The Home Club. I sat there thinking, on the one hand, I was happy to have received this information and, on the other hand, wondering if their behaviour amounting to trying to steal my business model. I also thought that whilst Russell was completing The Home Club ’s business plan, he would have known the potential and financials of the Club as he had created them.
Along with Buckmaster-Brown, he may have been trying to copy my business model, and Michael misled me about his title in the peerage, ancestry, military kudos and, along with Russell, had no intent to sell my shares in The Home Club even after ‘personally guaranteeing to do so – in contract’. Then there was the use or change of name to consider, for Michael as well as Russell. I also deduced that they, along with Henry, were also trying to stitch me up with HMRC and have my company destroyed in the process. I had evidence growing and looked even deeper into these characters...
Buckmaster-Brown’s company, Emblem Group (based in Bermondsey, South London), had a contract with City AM at the same time; and Michael and Lawson Muncaster, the owner of City AM, were close friends.
Why would City AM create a similar busines as The Home Club whilst a newspaper and at the very same time and with the very same contacts...? Corporate Espionage? was one thought but I stumbled on further evidence that explained exactly what was occuring behind the scenes and by whom!
Alternatively, were they trying (along with Henry and others) to put me in difficulty with HMRC and then deliver their own club with City AM. I was certain about the details, but the motives were in question – and the evidence that supported all of the above conclusions – were uncanny. There was so much that I couldn't explain and yet the oddities were overwhelming. I had to break all this down into smaller pieces to decipher the many links between these people and I began with those who had an online presence.
Okay, so I knew that Russell was a senior tech guy, as his profile was all over the internet. A TED talker and Silicon Valley conduit, amongst other confirmed positions.
Was Buckmaster-Brown really Churchill’s relative? Was he previously a military leader with aristocracy in his lineage? Was he even a Lord in peerage?
I decided to contact the ‘introducer’, Mei Sim Lai, to find out for sure whether or not Buckmaster-Brown was related to Sir Winston Churchill. Her email confirmed,
‘I and many others have checked him out, too, on the internet and have come to the same conclusion as you that he is not a proper Lord nor comes from an aristocratic background.
I do not have any business dealings with him. Where he has bought tickets for my charity events he has always paid up. I met him through another contact from China a few years ago and bumped into him again at London Capital Club.’
Further emails revealed the answer to my question about her memory of Buckmaster-Brown stating that he was a direct relative of Sir Winston Churchill,
‘Thanks and noted, Darren.
Yes, I do remember the Winston Churchill claim.
As far as I know Wenny met MBB at the London Capital Club. I do not know whether they have subsequent business dealings …’
The Chinese had swept through the City of London just as Alan Hunt had told me and was evidenced in his documents after the changes to the banking system (Option 7) created and directed by senior Chinese Government Officials.
This was aided by Mei Sim once she had become Treasurer of the 48 Group, a club of approximately 500 Members, consisting of Senior British Government MP's, Prime Ministers and others of importance o the UK Security and assisted by her close contact, and 'sister-in-law' to Tony Blair named, Lady Katie Blair MBE.
A few weeks passed, and I decided to begin to write all this information down throughout August 2018, to prepare for litigation against Buckmaster-Brown and Dalgleish.
Whilst preparing the evidence, I received an email from HMRC with a High Court ‘Winding Up Petition’. I called Melvyn and I received a response of, ‘Don’t worry about it, I have it sorted and have spoken with my contact who has agreed to stop the Winding Up Petition, in consideration that we file an amended ‘corrected VAT Return’ for the same period. Leave it to me.’
Melvyn then called me back and explained that I had nothing to worry about and the company wouldn’t receive any fines, promising it would all be ‘water under the bridge’ soon, before adding,
‘Why are you pursuing Henry? What are you going to get out of it, as the ICAEW are spineless? So, he’ll get a slap on the wrist, but no more. Wouldn't it be a better use of your time to drop the complaint against him and get on with life.’
After a few days more, I received a Winding Up Order, as the HMRC had advanced their initial Petition and had obtained a judgement against The Home Club in my absence. Melvyn hadn’t mentioned anything, and I found out about this when receiving a letter from the Official Receiver that demanded that I hand over all The Home Club ’s contacts and business information to the Official Receiver.
I contacted Melvyn and asked, ‘But what about HMRC and the High Court Application? I thought that you had all this in hand and have an agreement with HMRC?’
Melvyn’s reply was simple, as he was off to Spain for his holidays, ’Oh, you’ll just have to find a barrister and make a Rescind Application, that’s all.’
Melvyn knew that by failing to adhere to the agreement he had with HMRC – and after being paid for it – he had left me with more issues to deal with than when I started. Now, I had to undo a High Court Decision, recover The Home Club and put it back in business, whilst avoiding sending the Insolvency Service any of my contacts. He was telling me to find a legal team and fight to undo his mistake.
‘Why was he now trying to protect Henry suddenly? Was it after contacting him asking for the The Home Club login to the HMRC platform?’ I wondered. Something wasn’t right here, as Melvyn had completely changed his tune. Then he went on holiday to Spain for over a month whilst this was all going on, leaving my company in a position that required a legal challenge in the High Court.
Meetings with Danijella had been after a game of tennis and we were to meet again at Stoke Park (country club, spa and hotel) in Buckinghamshire to attend a small event with fashion designer, Julia Suzuki, and others.
(pictured with Julia Suzuki - left and Daniella Dregas - right)
I had seen the website, read the bumf, sat opposite a well-groomed gentleman in a tailored suit at the revered Arts Club in Mayfair, seen his profile as head of the Restaurant Association of Great Britain, and was invited as his personal guest to his book launch at the prestigious Devonshire Club in the heart of the City. Surely, I had ticked all the boxes, and yet I recalled that Bob couldn’t get a room in Dubai, even whilst claiming to have, Royal contacts in the Country.
I entered the room, with decor dating the place to mid-20th-century glamour (with a stylishly masculine edge, dominated by dark colours and clean lines). As I looked around, I could see Bob in conversation, giving me the nod. I looked to my left. Standing at the bar were Laura Rosinski (whom I had met at the Colbert with Luigi previously), Simon Russell (who had been the General Manager of the London Capital Club and close friend of Buckmaster-Brown) and a few other professionals, all of whom wanted to seize the lamb – and I’m not talking about the delicious canapés. Laura had been a little disrespectful in recent emails that followed our meeting, so she was equally shocked to see me arrive. She ran over and kissed me on both cheeks before looking down and whispering ‘I’m sorry’ as she glided away back to her guests.
The rest of the evening was yet another of the type of events I usually avoid often termed ‘a networking event’ or ‘meet and greet’.
‘Hello, Darren’ said Bob, as he finished his conversation.
As if on cue, in came the rest of the crowd, who had been well primed of my arrival. Bob slipped away to speak with another guest, or so I thought.
I found myself in the middle of an information tsunami, as all the questions on their lips were fired into me,
‘So, I hear that you own The Home Club ? How do I join? What’s the fee? How many members do you have? Can we meet for dinner at some point? Here’s my card? Have you met —?’
The people kept coming at me – the next, followed by the next, and so on – and, out the corner of my eye, I could see Bob speaking to a woman at the end of the bar who was looking over at me. They were clearly interested in something about me.
Once Bob had given his book launch speech, and enough time had passed to question me, Simon slid over, like a snake, and said, ‘Hi Darren’, as he offered me his handshake, in which showed no interest. I was pleased when he then left.
‘Meet Sinai’ someone said, and as I turned, I was introduced to Sinai Pedreschi, the Membership Manager of the Devonshire Club,
‘I’ve been waiting all night to speak with you, and I have some champagne on the bar for us both,’ she said
As we both walked over to the bar and picked up drinks, we said ‘Cheers’ and chinked our glasses.
Once again, I was asked to explain my plans for The Home Club and, as always, I would give out the first-draft version whilst I was operating my 100th version. I was always careful not to give too much away, as even the basics of what The Home Club could achieve would get everyone talking.
Sinai was very sweet and clearly a great saleswoman, intent on doing good business. She was open and honest with me, as she could tell from my accent that bulls**t wasn’t going to be on the agenda. She would most likely have heard about the previous team, comprising Buckmaster-Brown and company.
We arranged to meet again at the Devonshire Club to discuss the potential opportunities. Her colleague, Justina Niuniavaite, handed me a complimentary membership to the Club, after waiving the admission fee and the membership fee, totalling approximately £5,000. She told me that I could consider the Devonshire Club for my contacts, for which I was very grateful.
Sinai was keen to raise the profile of the Devonshire Club and, as with Sarah Buchannon before her, if left to her own devices, she would succeed.
I wondered if this insight rang true across the board. I went to meet up with Chakra Browne, Group Membership Manager for M Restaurants, who was just as interested as Sinai, Sarah, Flavia, Cesco (and many others before them) in me bringing my contacts and The Home Club network to their Clubs. They all handed me the offer of a complimentary membership, with free breakfast (subject to terms).
After receiving my membership card – or shall I say, ‘dog collar tag’, numbered five hundred and something – I sat outside M Restaurants in Victoria with Martin Williams and his dog in the afternoon sun, waiting to meet with Quentin Jones, London Trade Sales Director of New Gen Wines (pictured left).
Martin Williams had explained that he was also waiting to meet with his preferred ‘wine guy’ and, almost at the same time, both of our appointments arrived, Martin and his guest took the table opposite the entrance, and Quentin sat down with me.
Quentin and I discussed what he had to offer. As he was already aware of The Home Club he was simply there to sell fine wine to my contacts – or so I thought. He added that the person sitting with Martin was in fact his direct rival in the wine trade. He felt that, whilst he would have loved to do some business with Martin and his M Restaurant chain, he had no chance of doing any business with the company as there was another respected brand already supplying them. I asked him more about the exclusive range of wines and champagnes. He switched me on when he mentioned Jay-Z’s brand of champagne, Armand de Brignac Ace of Clubs, which he was also selling.
The conversation continued, and I mentioned my invitation to the Cayman Islands’ Coat of Arms event, and how they might like to be introduced and have their wines and/or champagne supplied by him. As Quentin’s excitement grew at the prospect, Martin was about to conclude his meeting. I leaned over to Quentin and asked,
‘What if I can get Armand de Brignac champagne in here at M Restaurants?’
‘Lovely thought,’ he replied, ‘but impossible, as Martin already has a long-standing relationship with his supplier – and they are both standing right in front of us!’
I immediately called Martin over and introduced him to Quentin, who then joined us. I asked Martin about his wine supplier and told him about the opportunity of having Armand de Brignac champagne in all of M Restaurants. Martin enquired there and then with Quentin about the potential for this to happen, before saying, ‘You can have the whole shop window if you want – and even promote the brand in my other restaurants.’
I must admit, even I was a little shocked at Martin’s reaction, as he had an established contract with another wine supplier and I had only met Quentin once (on that very day), and yet he was provisionally agreeing to exit or reduce his supplier’s goods and take the contractual risks associated with having a competing brand place their Champagne in his window and at his events. Martin was an entrepreneur and successful business owner and he knew what he was doing, of course. I liked his entrepreneurial attitude.
‘How’s that, Wilson?’ Martin said, clearly looking to showcase his hope that my contacts would be introduced to him.
As Martin left to conduct other business, Quentin was almost doing back-flips and said, ‘I’ll send the Premier of the Cayman Islands a bottle of Armand de Brignac champagne for that introduction alone, and many more to come, don’t you worry about that, Wilson.’
It was nice to see some genuine business created when none was even thought possible, but then Quentin retracted, ‘Oh, you’ll have to speak with the UK Brand Ambassador for Armand de Brignac champagne, Miss Sebastianella (Seby) Gurrieri, to sign everything off.’
With events comes the possibility of meeting interesting people, and The Nth Degree dinner at the Carlton Club was no different in that regard. Bob wanted to redeem himself after the two previous events and, as sometimes may be the case, he now had his opportunity. As I entered the club, it reminded me of the Cavalry & Guards Club: a little stuffy and dusty (although I’m sure it was perfectly clean), somewhat resembling Miss Havisham’s home. This is more of a metaphor than a fact.
The paintings of previous prime ministers filled the staircase with nostalgia and the elaborate and high ceilings ensured that I looked up rather than forwards. It was then I saw Bob, calling me over.
I entered the private dining room on the first floor before sitting in one of the larger rooms, relaxing whilst waiting for the rest of Bob’s guests. I sat with Bob, discussing our proposals. It was looking as though he wanted The Home Club to agree to give its members a membership to the Nth Degree fine dining experiences. If I believed that The Nth Degree could cater for The Home Club ’s members’ fine dining desires in a way in which I would be comfortable, then we would have agreed. At the time, The Home Club had no real physical events presence, added to the fact that The Nth Degree looked (on the face of it) to be the premier, dining, events company. So, we remained in discussion and I eagerly awaited the opportunity to taste his dining menu in order to settle my mind.
His guests began to arrive and, after a glass of something, we settled in for dinner, which was usual in its formal set-up and would be more about the people than the food and beverages, of course. The Nth Degree would usually charge for these experiences and although it was a luxury brand and members-only club, I noticed that their events had been placed on websites where people outside of the membership could attend the experience on a pay-per-dinner basis. This worried me, and yet I was determined to enjoy his hospitality and take it for what it was.
The first thing that I noticed at the stuffy, former gentleman-only club, was that there was only one woman at the table. Similarly, until her death, Baroness Margaret Thatcher was the only female member of the Club with full membership, having been made an honorary member in 1975. This also concerned me and would be the first thing I would change, by balancing the room 50-50 Male-Female.
The courses arrived, and Bob managed the pace of the food and some seamless conversations into the mix: things were going well. Added to that, the alcohol was flowing and, whilst not at even the middle end of the bar, the desired effect was had by all. Just after the main course, Bob began by having everyone at the table introduce themselves and give a ‘little something’ about their business to the room that was insightful and interesting. As most people aren’t trained speakers, most of the snippets began ‘My name is “A” and I’m the B of C, and we X for Y reasons.’ Then, about three pitches in, competition and a desire to conflate stories began, both in content (and therefore duration). As time dragged on, the sorbet was melting in the kitchen as the introductions continued.
My dining table story was about the trust elements of The Home Club and people that want to stand a chance of being cleared for entry, really do need to comply with the registration procedure.
I heard a voice pipe up, ‘So, the Club protects the protectors.’ I looked around to see a very smart and well-groomed gentleman sitting at the end of the table.
‘Absolutely,’ I replied, before continuing, ‘but along with insights into new things and a lot of fun of course.’
The dinner concluded, business cards exchanging hands and the well-groomed gentleman had left his seat and was squatting next to my chair, ‘I enjoyed your story and wonder if I might join your club,’ he said.
‘I’m sure that you would be admitted as a member, although there is a process of registration,’ I explained.
The man reached into his suit pocket and hand me his business card,
‘I’m Simon Morgan, Her Majesty’s personal bodyguard and I own Trojan Security, one of the largest private global security firms around.
You can imagine my clients and you’ll surely know some of them.
I would like to meet with your contacts and enjoy what you described as The Home Club .’
I asked Simon whether he was a member of The Nth Degree, and he said, ‘No, not yet as I’m just here to experience things, meet new people and see if this is a Club for me.’
I handed him my business card and said that I would send him an email.
As I was about to leave the room, I heard someone say, ‘I just love Freemasonry and couldn’t see my life without it.’
The comment was louder than necessary and whether it was because of the alcohol or an intent to ensure that I heard him, I turned to face Gary Beckwith, Founder and Owner of City Cruises fleet of Thames pleasure cruisers. I said,
‘I’m sure that the rest of the room appreciates your revelation, but to share it so openly feels as if you are casting a net.’
Gary knew instantly that I wasn’t a Freemason although some of my ancestors had been. ‘Are you interested in joining, as we are always looking for good men?’ he asked, and I was beginning to see how The Nth Degree was operating and I was about to be considered as the ‘Entered Apprentice’.
I have an even deeper secret that ensures that I’m unable to be a Freemason, and nor are any of my bloodline, as history records some centuries ago (in or around 1850) in both Northern Ireland and then at a similar time (and unattached to this) in Dublin.
Unlike Budworth, I’m unable to leave it to comment, and will explain as much as I’m able with my mothers’ side, my maternal side, whose great-grandfather was himself a Master Stonemason and Architect, living and working in Armagh and Comber in Northern Ireland, employing local stonemasons and importing granite and marble from Italy. He had designed and built one of the most important monuments for a British military leader, whose other carving is in St Paul’s Cathedral. The opening of the monument was witnessed by over 30,000 Freemasons. This event constituted one of the largest gatherings of Freemasons.
I had thought to humour Gary, so I arranged to meet him at the United Grand Lodge of England at Freemasons' Hall in Holborn.
As he knew nothing of my history, I was intrigued to find out what he planned for interested dinner guests.
I was walked in and out of the chambers and shop where I was shown many regalia and gowns. I was told of the Knights Templar and Gary also gave many insights to the three scratch boards once deriving from the initiation of Freemasonry in London.
LinkedIn is a great place to network, meet interesting people and connect. The platform is one of the few that links professionals. This is fine for the general population, but what about those within the upper echelons of business, sport, philanthropy, wealth, and the social elite? Where do these people go to connect with like-minded individuals in a secure and protected environment where they can relax and have the world’s goods and services brought to them?
As per usual, I posted a provocative and leading post on LinkedIn, which was soon picked up by people ‘fishing for contacts’. Via this process, I was connected to Sanjay Kachhela, who (supposedly) owned High Net Worth Advisory.
Sanjay’s website read,
‘We aim to build long-lasting relationships, founded on the basic principles of honesty, integrity and fairness, caring for the individual, their family and their business interests’
‘Surely here was someone who understands this industry and connects the right people?’ I thought.
We spoke on the phone, and I explained my position regarding Buckmaster-Brown and Dalgleish.
Sanjay said, ‘I know just the man for you. He’s the best lawyer in the market and whilst he’s a Scouser – no, sorry, that’s a little joke between us – he really is the very best. I’ll arrange a meeting with him, if you like.’
‘Sounds helpful,’ I replied. ‘Let me know when he’s back in town and I’ll meet with him.’
I needed someone outside of my circle contacts to deal with this, as I was embarrassed to have fallen for Lord Buckmaster’s claims in peerage etc. even though Dalgleish was out there on the internet for me to research. I shouldn’t have been so hard on myself, as I hadn’t made the error on my own: I was introduced to these characters by Mei Sim Lai, so it was ultimately her fault.
A meeting was arranged in Carluccios at St Pancras Station and we discussed the legalities of the proposed litigation with Buckmaster-Brown and Dalgleish with the lawyer, Gareth Jones of Rustem Guardian LLP (solicitors and advocates), based in Holborn. He appeared interested and, other than to give his son (who oddly, also attended the business meeting) some banter, he seemed to know what he was doing.
As is usual, I forwarded him the legal papers and after reading and consulting with his firm, he agreed to what is called a Damages Based Agreement (DBA), such was his confidence in the merits of the success of the litigation.
A DBA is an agreement between lawyer and client under which the client agrees to pay the lawyer a percentage of sums recovered in a claim. The agreement would normally require payment if sums are recovered, either by settling the claim or after trial. This is often known as a ‘no-win no-fee’ agreement and, depending upon the terms of the DBA, the solicitor wasn’t charging for his fees and yet was to take a percentage of the ‘win’.
Gareth was getting to grips with my case and wrote to Mr Fallon with a Letter Before Action, on 20th June 2018 giving notice of the litigation.
The ICAEW were dragging their heels with their review of the incorrect VAT returns and complaint against Henry. HMRC had placed their Winding Up Petition into the High Court and the Insolvency Practitioner was demanding the company contacts to be handed over along with the other company information.
I was forging new relationships with brands and proposed members of The Home Club . Whilst I walked along Berkeley Square, I was about to pass by Rolls-Royce when I heard a voice calling me,
‘The Home Club ? Is that you, Darren?’
As I looked up, I couldn’t help but notice an old contact of mine who was now standing outside the Rolls-Royce showroom in Berkeley Square.
‘Would you like to take one for a spin? I’ll film you, and perhaps you’ll post the video on your social media, so that your contacts can have ‘first look’ at the new Rolls-Royce Cullinan.’
Rolls-Royce had parked three Cullinan cars outside of the forecourt that had attracted a very large crowd.
‘Come on, come inside and let’s look after you’ and with that, the door opened, and I was guided to the counter and met with a smile. I was asked if I had my driving licence with me, which I didn’t.
‘Oh, what a shame, I hadn’t expected to be driving today, so haven’t got my driving licence with me,’ I said, thinking about how these stunning cars might feel and noting my internal drop in mood,
‘Please, Sir, would you come over here’, and once again I was guided across to a man holding an iPad.
He tapped away, entered the password, and spun the iPad around. ‘If you sign here, confirming that you have a valid driving licence, then that’s good enough for me – and if you agree to these terms, then you will be taken out to choose any of our three cars and enjoy a drive around Mayfair and Park Lane.’
I was reminded of the common phrase, used to describe ultimate luxury and service: ‘given the Rolls-Royce treatment’. I felt the very meaning of these words that day at Rolls-Royce’s Mayfair showroom.
I picked the pure-white Cullinan and was shown around it briefly. I sank into the soft, white leather seats, wrapped my nostrils around the distinctive smell of new car, and marvelled at wooden trimmings and high-tech yet simple dashboard. After some guidance, I was soon in gear and rolling through the streets of Mayfair.
Instead of people throwing themselves into the pedestrian crossings at Berkeley Square, they stopped to watch the car go by, mobile phones in hand. The motor felt powerful underneath my frame, but glided effortlessly as the world around me looked on at the stunning work of art.
‘It’s the rich man’s Bentley,’ said my guide.
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