On the Monday of last week two young journalism students wandered into Free Speech & Liberty pizza and came over for a chat. We talked of the ethics of journalism, the corruption of our profession, of libertarian idealism and later that night they came back and I discovered something appalling.
It seems they had been in before with a group of friends. I had been around and had engaged in friendly but animated discussion with the group, notably with one self-confident young man. I am told that I was polite and charming. And I am now told that this young man was Euan, son of the war criminal Tony, Blair and the wicked witch, Cherie (pictured).
I suddenly felt ill. Had I known his identity I think I might have been less charitable and would certainly have turned the conversation to war crimes, sucking up to dictators, naked greed and wondering if any former PMs had got rather to friendly with the wife of a certain media mogul.
At least now that I am out of the pizza business I shall never be compromised in this way again. Euan…you had a lucky escape my boy.