My step-father was a steward on the ferries with Mr P. Unsurprisingly, he never once uttered a kind word about 'Giovani'. My old dear used to work in the village newsagents hard by Prescott Mansions. One morning JP strolled in, slammed a handful of change on the counter in payment for his weekly copy of the Beano, and stomped off, not a word to anyone. Ignorant tw*t.