Victor the man

Victor you a man who walk among giants, a few are law lords in England and Chefs in Africa. Our last meeting on 13th Oct after a year, you told was, who’s counting I ask. Few men or women know as I do you have written some of the laws use in England now. 

I know of only who could have written some words like the ones you put to type. He was Ian Fleming sadly, no longer with us but what a man he was. I am a glad I knew him and spend some time in his company. He was the one who told me I was a privet person. 

Been in your company is the same, you seem to know every thing about every, what a man you are. When you find time to read or listen I will never know.

I feel a bit sad for those who don’t know you, for there are so much of you.

Yes, I am up for trip to Africa with you any time, wherever I am in the world just shout and I’ll come running.  I would love to see the gold cost; it was the start of the long journey into slaver for the young men and woman who was to change the world. From which I carry the gene of one of them, I am an off spring of a slave.