Gordon received howls of protest from American friends who felt that the Presidential Dinner story (see 6th May) was below the belt.
Trapped by head and hands in a pillory, he dared to looked up at his tormentors, who were armed with a selection of missiles ranging from rotten fruit and vegetables to cupfuls of iced water. He was about to scream “No, no more! I’ll delete it!” when –
The alarm on his iPhone woke him.
Dazed and confused, he checked his emails to discover an inbox full of invective from erstwhile friends. One attached a video of the sender pricking a voodoo doll ‘to see if it would bleed’.
Flying to his laptop, he yelled “Out, out, damn spot!” – but too late.
Trapped by head and hands in a pillory, he dared to looked up at his tormentors, who were armed with a selection of missiles ranging from rotten fruit and vegetables to cupfuls of iced water. He was about to scream “No, no more! I’ll delete it!” when –
The alarm on his iPhone woke him.
Dazed and confused, he checked his emails to discover an inbox full of invective from erstwhile friends. One attached a video of the sender pricking a voodoo doll ‘to see if it would bleed’.
Flying to his laptop, he yelled “Out, out, damn spot!” – but too late.
