8.30am, 22 May, an East Kent Ford dealership. Guess who’s back from Mexico? My mate Ivan. He scuttled off to some place named after a dog in 2009 with a few million, after HMRC came knocking. Wife’s rich uncle provided a bolthole. Chihuahua was it? No matter.
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