So there I was last night, watching a documentary on the “disgraced peer” Jeffrey Archer, when up popped his former friend Michael Stacpoole, who helped lie at his trial and give his various prostitutes a pay off. Cue lots of phoning, emailing and calls across the office today confirming that he is indeed related to me, and that he now manages to maintain a healthy chain of “gentleman’s clubs”. All a bit embarrassing really.
I DID, however, enjoy having my surname splashed across the screen…