Mister Amiss

At London airport

A man stepping through the metal detector… is invited by the young female attendant in the cheap bra to take off his shoes. Prey they do not detect his stash in the heel of his left brogue.

A man with mike calls out from the back of the waiting hordes:

Mr Amiss, would you care to comment on the proliferation of doctors in the Black Box?

Casually – one might even say louchely pocketing his wallet and Trojans, Mister Amiss declares:

I promise to talk, but only over a game of pool.