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

No. We do not talk. He tried to con me into pleading guilty. The thing is with Sean he underestimates people and he overestimates his own intelligence. He attempted to do a deal with the CPS behind my back, thinking he’d trick me into accepting it and he’d get a lighter sentence. When it actually came to the court case, I gave evidence – he was supposed to give evidence and he didn’t. And his PC played a cut-throat role in trying to strip me down and make me look guilty and get Sean off, so because of those situations I don’t speak to him anymore. I’m not too happy about that because I stood by Sean and I never said anything that I could’ve said about him in court. I was asked by his prosecution not to mention various things about his lifestyle, which I did not do. I was honourable – even when I was attacked.
According to a story in the Daily Mail, Sean lived in a “small flat owned by Threshold support, which helps those with mental health problems”.
That’s not true. Sean was a bit of a wild boy – he liked the highlife. Sean’s a failed entrepreneur. He’s a clever guy, but he’s just never applied himself properly. He did quite well for himself. Ten years ago he had a limousine company. But Sean’s downfall was drink and drugs. He always got sucked into that circle of cocaine and alcohol. It didn’t do him any favours, to be honest. One night, he had the contract to chauffeur people to and from Jodie Kidd’s country club. He had a few drinks and – with people in the back – he ended up getting chased through Mayfair at 90 miles an hour in this 38 foot stretch limousine. He ended up getting rid of the people, evading the police and then smashing the car into 12 other cars. So, he lost the business. He was sent to jail for three years. When he came out, he had nowhere to go – so that was a trust house given to him. It wasn’t a small, pokey flat. It looked like a private house. Sean had spent thousands of pounds on it – he had speaker systems built into the ceiling and the furniture was amazing. It looked palatial. It was an amazing party flat. It looked like a nightclub when you walked into it.
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