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At about the same time as the hedgehog was winning on points, a rather disgruntled John Sexton entered his son’s pub, the Gravediggers. John Sexton, the size and build of Jonas and still remarkably suave, was a successful merchant banker, but the good kind, if you were prepared to screw your eyes up when you looked at his record. He had, however, redeemed any blemishes to that record, as he, and other doves of the financial world, brokered the deal that spread the nation’s debt over seventy years.
He had later remarked to the press that it was pretty much the same as they did with the debt following the Second World War, and condemned the notion of paying back the nation’s indebtedness in five years, as the Government had suggested. This rush to clear the books with a policy of auste
