Last night I was in a restaurant on Bondi Beach when an attractive full breasted blonde woman from a neighbouring table leaned across and asked if she could come and see my ‘stack’ . When she came across she asked me if it was real or fake, then moved to my wrist watch, a replica Rolex that belongs to my friend, he had asked me to change the rubber strap on it, laden with diamonds it was the kind of watch that belonged on wankers at the Met Gala, sponsored by watch companies that cling to celebrity these days like monkeys to a vine, swinging from one hot new actor to the next rising sports star and so on. I told her it was mostly fake, not entirely true, but she was not asking for the right reasons, and I have a girlfriend already.

Who is the most despicable person you know?

Well I bet they haven't done half of the stuff that these shameless people have done throughout history and I am only a third of the way through. Fratricide, patricide, matricide, in fact every cide possible including suicide.

 The book is called Titans Of History by English historian Simon Sebag Montefiore. It's a great read, distilling each of histories great characters into a handful of pages for each. It comes as a high recommend from me if you are seeking something entertaining but don't want to deep dive into a whole narrative.