I have a couple of pieces of first-hand advice for any ministers who look like having their collars felt.
Firstly, go to more financial trade talks in Switzerland. The lifts don’t open so early there.
And secondly, stay the night with your mistress.
Assuming that you haven’t texted her address to the News of the World, you can then plan your entry to Charing Cross police station around tea time. Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Â Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Â By then, Plod will be feeling a bit weary.
That was the only bit of worthwhile advice I got from my hopeless lawyers between extracting myself from Tramp night club and boring the pants off some poor policewoman about soft-palate problems.
All that happened a few years ago, when I was arrested for questioning over the running of a race at Warwick.
I don’t blame them for not wanting to talk to me again.