The Diary needs some help in identifying a senior advertising figure who has had some explaining to do to his irate wife.
Apparently, the aforementioned mover and shaker was away on business, while at the same time his secretary was taken ill.
A temp answering the agency boss’s phone was confronted with a desperate-sounding estate agent who was selling his Baker Street flat, and needed to get the keys off Mr X to show the pied terre to a potential buyer.
After struggling valiantly to get hold of the boss, the temp, in desperation, rang his wife to ask about the keys for the flat, and was somewhat taken aback when the wife thundered: “What Baker Street flat?”
We understand the Lothario ad man is still explaining away his real estate portfolio.
A crisp 50 note for the first reader who correctly identifies the errant mystery man.