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Last week I received an email from Eddy Leviten, (if that's your real name pal), the Head of Communications of F.A.C.T. requesting a meet. He wants to get inside the Legit psyche, understand how my 50minute Edinburgh broadside garnered such luminous praise as 'compelling', 'inspiring' and 'odd' over the course of it's three week run.
Being the man I am, me, I granted him this audience and so we've rolodexed a tentative meet and greet session this thursday in London at 3pm.
Will my mind grant him the answers his mind craves? Will I get back my licence, badge and gun (optional) when they lift my suspension? Will he pick up the tab or encourage us to go Dutch? A sure sign that he wants me dead as we'll both know that that simple act of splitting the cost, going 'Dutch', in F.A.C.T speak means you're a fallen agent and I've put a price on your head, enjoy your latte.
God versus Titan. Suit versus polo neck. F.A.C.T. versus Vic. Bring it.
2:38 PM
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