Conrad Black. Surely This is Fiction?
Every day I sit in this very spot and wrestle with what’s believable, what’s credible, how much can I get away with in the pages of my current novel. Indeed, one of my characters is a disgraced banker sentenced to not enough years at Her Majesty’s pleasure. It would suit my plot perfectly if he could be released and get to play his part in the thrilling climax which I am fast approaching. Maybe he could even meet a grisly fate in the last few pages gaining a richly deserved reward for his crimes of fraud and avarice.
Now I have my inspiration from true life. There are no limits.
If Conrad Black can be released on bail pending appeal then my imagination must in future know no bounds. Anything is possible. Truth really is stranger than fiction. In a few months Lord Black could be donning ermine and regaining his seat in the House of Lords, once again directing editorial in The Daily Telegraph.
Unbelievable but true.