I never knew Martin at BMP. He kept a desk there. So I’d occasionally spot his green Bentley in Bishopsbridge Road. There’d be the odd a sighting in the building, a bit like Bigfoot or the Yeti, a glimpse of a blurry Martin moving through corridors, but way in the distance. Perhaps because of this, it didn’t occur to me to pick up the phone and ask him to do a podcast about his amazing career. But Charlie Crompton pushedRead more