Sugar melts in the heat
by Graham Davies

5 years ago, I sat next to the shy, delicate and sensitive Alan Sugar at a dinner at which I was the guest speaker. For 2 hours, he barely acknowledged my existence, because he was entirely focused on projectile-presenting to the table about his favourite subject. Which is, naturally, himself.

The details fo his monologue were mainly about his charity work, which he insisted, at great length, that he never like to talk about. He then found out that I was a barrister, turned to me, and told me in strict confidence (and I quote) :

I always sue if someone calls me a liar, because it just isn't true. But I don't bother about it if someone calls me a Prat, because that is just a matter of opinion.

Poor Alan is so bothered about Quentin Letts' opinion in the Mail that he "is not someone of enormous intellect" that he has already put out the Frighteners via a top law firm.

What a shame that someone who makes so much money out of abusing people on TV is so frightened of a journalist's opinion. In fact, I would go further: what a Prat!