It might now appear that ex-Beatle Paul McCartney's wife Heather Mills once worked as a call girl and that Adnan Khashoggi was one of her repeat clients. (Here's a video with Mrs. Mills auditioning her younger wares.)
I used to bump into gunrunning Adnan Khashoggi down in Cannes during my late summer sojourns there. Khashoggi had a pad at the Gray d'Albion on the Croisette where a friend of mine lived and with whom I pleasantly squandered many evenings with.
The Gray d'Albion buzzes with wealthy Arabs that flooded into town in the 70's on a petrodollar tsunami and bought up everything in site. Now of course it is the Russians that have moved in on every front with their wads of cash in fist (quite literally so). I might even have crossed paths with Khashoggi a few times over at La Chunga. La Chunga is great. Khashoggi is a shit but then I never went to bed with him.
Such is an odd lot tale of degrees of seperation from the annals of M1.
PS It's interesting to note how many charlatans ill-use charities, preying especially on those that offer good deeds for traumatized children, to shroud their past or present indiscretions from devastation brought by deeper scrutiny. Traumatized children as a bulwark for the scoundrel's crimes - now that's as despicable as it is commonplace.
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