I'm like Conde' nasty mate

I can give you travelogues to make your hair curl and be glad to get home for a rest. Tales about drunken directors in a lap dancing bar spending a bomb on the company credit card, including champers. He sobered up when he got the bill on the way and shat himself, so had to ring his bank and say he had lost his card, and he got away with it and lived to fight another day. same guy in Vegas bought a hooker off the strip and got his camera stolen whilst in the shower. he wanted to hire Magnum PI to find her, but she kept texting him photos off his camera and blackmailed him into buying it back, fooking idiot. I may have to write a book, and funnily enough
Chesh worked for me but doesn't know it 
he may have wondered about me though over the years