A Rogue's Gallery
IAN STRACHAN was jailed for blackmailing a member of the Royal Family over allegations of a sex and drugs ‘scandal’. But a media blackout ensured that little of the substance of the case was reported.
Jason O'Toole, 06 May 2009
The papers stated you were living with your mother at the time of your arrest.
That’s not true at all. I had a three bedroom flat – a penthouse on the Thames. My mother had her own property within the same complex; it’s called Imperial Wharf. She lives across the road from me. Calum Best used to live next door to me. Mark from Take That lived underneath me. And there was Didier Drogba. José Mourinho has a flat around the corner and Goldie Hawn has the penthouse. Lesley Ash is down there as well. I’d mostly bump into them at Marks & Spencer’s. I’ve already been back there a couple of weeks ago. When I was going into my apartment, a neighbour of mine kind of like looked at me and she said, ‘I thought you were in prison?’ I said, ‘You’re joking! Where did you read that? No – not me! (laughs)’
You seem to be suggesting that there’s a lot of fairytales out there about you.
Tell me about it! There was one article saying I was bisexual, which I’m not at all and never have been. The thing is, right, when all this broke people who were on the fringes of my circle started phoning up the newspapers trying to sell pictures and stories. The people who were close and dear to me just kept their mouth shut.
How did the bisexual story appear?
That came from a disgruntled ex-girlfriend. She was a stripper I met and I paid for a couple of dances with her. She was all over me and I took her home and fucked the shit out of her. She was always ringing me and turning up at my house and just fucking stalking me basically. She got on my nerves. I had enough of her so I just didn’t see her again. She kept on phoning, so I had a mate pick up the phone one night when we where down the pub and said I was bombed in Iraq! It was just a joke. I never thought she’d take it seriously, but she never fucking phoned again. Eight years later I pop up in the newspaper over all this stuff.
When that story about you allegedly being bisexual appeared, it was accompanied by a photograph of you wearing fetish garb.
I went to a party – an S&M fetish party – and got dressed up. We were all completely off our faces. I had just chucked on one of her outfits and went to this thing. So, this was her producing this photograph, trying to get money and claiming I was bisexual. You’ll notice that it was never men coming out and saying this – it was all women. So, that was her little joke on me, which I wasn’t too happy with. But nobody that I know believes it. And if I was, I would say I was.
Someone said you were a bit of a lady’s man?
Yeah. I’ve had my fair share of beautiful women. I like the ladies – always have done. This time I’m kind of like settled down with a girl that I’m in love with. When we used to go out you’d have trails of women trying to get on your table. I’d go to the expensive clubs where you walk in, you take a table, you get your champagne for the night, and it depends on what type of girls you’re going for – if you’re out on the pull you end up running up stupid bar bills. I had a network of friends from Dubai, Jordan, the Middle East, and they liked to come over and gamble and spend money and they liked to have girls around the table. It was that kind of scene, if you can get the picture.
What sort of girls?
You’d have a lot of want-to-be WAGs. All that sort of bollocks. I would never go there looking for a girlfriend. In many cases, I used to take girls back to my apartment and they’d just drop on their fucking knees and start sucking my cock! That was probably just because of the car I drove or the apartment I lived in and they thought I was something and they wanted to be a part of that.