The Epstein saga really is the grift that keeps on grifting. Or puts the jizz into Ghislaine, whatever you prefer. And old Ponce Andrew seems to have ignited a magnesium ribbon loop of self-immolation.

He’d need a bus to get back to fucked.

But it beats me how nobody has asked why all these mega-rich geezers gravitated towards a sex trafficker, visited his island, but apparently had no clue what he was up to?

Deary me.

It’s the case of Mandelson and his Brazilian buddy that should pique our curiosity, though. Why would mega-rich zillionaires cling on to obvious miscreants just to grind out a gratis grand here and there?

Mandy was never going to be interested in a ‘Menezes’ – that’s UK slang for ‘doing a Brazilian for nothing’.

And quite why Reinaldo wanted to train as an osteopath, nobody knows. Even with a certificate, he’s not going to be able to locate too many spines in the immediate locality.

In brief, the scramble for the grand or three is all psychological – and in a bent society, nobody’s straight.

For the ultra-wealthy, chasing marginal gains from questionable sources is rarely about financial necessity. It’s all about an egotistical exercise in dominance.Once wealth transcends utility, money becomes a scorecard where every win reinforces a player’s sense of superiority.

A relentless accumulator mindset views leaving crumbs on the table as a sign of weakness or personal failure.

It’s why Keir had to have those glasses. Well, that and the fact that he’s just a loathsome cock.

The whole process also becomes a game of predatory efficiency. To the players, squeezing a dubious contact isn’t just about the wonga. It’s about proving they are arill the smartest, most formidable sharks in the water.

I’m just relieved to learn that it’s not all just about dirty deeds done cheap, which will resonate with anybody into AC/DC.