Carte blanche to run amok?

In order to sustain its jet-set lifestyle, the Diary carries more plastic than the average landfill, so when a new credit card arrived in the post last week, it went straight in the Diary’s wallet with nary a glance.

It was only later, rifling through its pockets in the bathroom of a West End bar, that the Diary took a second glance and realised that this particular card was already signed, and with a rather familiar name.

It appears, dear reader, that someone has confused the Diary with investigative journalist Donal MacIntyre, and sent the latter’s Five corporate credit card to the wrong address.

Never one to take advantage, the Diary has been commendably restrained in its use of said card, and will be Air Mailing Five a thankyou letter, written with its new Mont Blanc pen.


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