At the dawn of the new Millennium Sir Ian Anthony Mornay, former Secret Agent, prisoner of war, communist hunter and owner of the finest cheekbones in the whole of Fitzrovia retires from public life and sets down his memoirs.
It is a story that takes him to India in the dying days of Empire, McCarthy era America, swinging London and Luxembourg as Britain's judge in the Eurovision Song Contest of 1973
Rumours that he started the Cuban Missile Crisis after berating Che Guevara over his poor dress sense have never been conclusively proved or denied, as have the accusations of German ancestry and a fondness for Scrabble.
Of course a life as magnificent as this must have its downside and indeed Mornay has suffered in love as much as the next man. Always a prisoner to a shapely calf and a well turned out bosom he has loved and lost in equal measure, sometimes within the same day. He is however nothing if not a trier.
Does the final twist reveal the real truth to his story or is it simply 'fanciful nonsense' as he likes to call it; that is for you to decide and to judge.
At the dawn of the new Millennium Sir Ian Anthony Mornay, former Secret Agent, prisoner of war, communist hunter and owner of the finest cheekbones in the whole of Fitzrovia retires from public life and sets down his memoirs.
It is a story that takes him to India in the dying days of Empire, McCarthy era America, swinging London and Luxembourg as Britain's judge in the Eurovision Song Contest of 1973
Rumours that he started the Cuban Missile Crisis after berating Che Guevara over his poor dress sense have never been conclusively proved or denied, as have the accusations of German ancestry and a fondness for Scrabble.
Of course a life as magnificent as this must have its downside and indeed Mornay has suffered in love as much as the next man. Always a prisoner to a shapely calf and a well turned out bosom he has loved and lost in equal measure, sometimes within the same day. He is however nothing if not a trier.
Does the final twist reveal the real truth to his story or is it simply 'fanciful nonsense' as he likes to call it; that is for you to decide and to judge.