Done a bit of good in the world, though, with his campaign for open government. No secrets, that's Terry's secret. Okay, maybe he does come across as a bit of a headline-grabbing charlatan sometimes. But he's a charmer all right. Ask anyone. Ask Shireen on the switchboard, or Kent on the photocopier, Brixton's own unguided missile. Ask Liz the librarian, if you can get past the nervous grin and bramble-bush hairdo. Ask Kevin - on second thought, don't; it'd take him all.
Day to tell you. So ask Jacqui then, lovestruck refugee from Sunningdale who keeps the show afloat. Like Terry does her, strictly weekends only ... Only one person finds no difficulty in resisting Terry's charm and countering his arguments - Hilary, a serious and dedicated young Civil Servant in the Home Office who happens to know the truth about the case in which Terry is currently interested. She despises him and everything he stands for. But then why is she to be found.
One evening walking through the little backstreets behind the Strand, past the bin-bags and the huddled figures in the doorways, to the run-down block where Terry's pressure group has its headquarters?