Internet café in a Strasbourg department store with a bottle of claret and a plate of rabbit stew, waiting quietly for the wife while she argued loudly over a five-piece suite she wanted; first came across THIS place, just as some poor sap was getting pelters over his outrageous claim we were signing Sol Campbell. An accountant, he said his colleagues in the next office were working with the principals on the deal at that very moment.

Bloke was never seen here again.