Back in London, miles from the beach, it wasn’t long before The Idle Lord was homesick for the Florida surf and sunshine. But he hated flying, and particularly dreaded the long-haul flight across the pond from London to Miami.
One of his regulars worked for an airline. “Buy yourself a title” he told him, “and you might get upgraded”. The plan worked (sometimes) and it wasn’t long before the locals at “The Idle Hour” dubbed him, “The Idle Lord”, a title that’s stuck ever since.