![]() ![]() He hated his father's wishy-washy Islam and the attentions of the apostate, Shahla. Tom groaned.ĭay three: Hassan al-Rashid rang the bell. Upstairs, his son Fin smoked skunk while watching It's a Madness, the reality show set in a psychiatric ward. ![]() He wasn't at all sure anyone was that interested in the minutiae of the banking system, but Seb had told him he had done loads of research and he was buggered if he was going to waste it. There was the odious book critic, DJ, not to be confused with DJ Taylor who had given Seb crap reviews in the past, Spike Borowski the Polish footballer, John Veals the hedge-fund manager and Farooq al-Rashid, the pickle magnate.ĭay two: John Veals gawped at Olya on the Naked Russian Babes website before planning his run on the Allied Bank and cleaning up on commodities at the same time. Though obviously not nasty in a fatwa-inciting sense." Underground, Jenni Fortune savoured the loneliness as she slowed her tube train, while Sophie Topping conveniently listed the people she had invited to dinner the following weekend. I'd better read the Qur'an: such a nasty book. "This must be Seb's London Bonfire of the Vanities. "Hmm", thought Gabriel Northwood, a jobbing barrister. Day one: The sounds of London clattered and wheezed. ![]()
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