Piers isn't running the country, Nigel. Neither is Jezza. It makes a difference.

By the way, I was at Imperial College at the same time as Piers (Brian May too!) and we did cross paths. Even then I saw him as a scoundrel. By a weird coincidence, my missus-to-be once encountered him creeping out of a hall of residence in London after an illicit night visit, slippers and woolly jumper in hand. The die was cast.