|
You're a hero, Nick. I've had enough. The guy writes with all the driving wit of a banking columnist in the pink pages of the Financial Times. He has all the presence of butcher, the appeal of yesterday's bagel, and all the warmth and charm of an unflushed toilet. If you can't catch me in twenty pages, you're running too slow. Fortunately, Larsson's dead and doesn't have to cover his arse. Neil
|