Nothing to be sniffed at

There is speculation as to who the finance supremo with stinky breath is, and how you would tip him off

"So who's the finance supremo with halitosis?" I asked the chairman of the insignificantly sized investment company SmallBluePlanet as we sank a couple of pints of Annual Day's Leave at The Nelson. "I beg your pardon," sniffed the chairman indignantly. "I'll have you know there's nothing wrong with my breath - in fact I dare say I could win gold for Great Britain in the minty fresh stakes." "No, no, I wasn't referring to you," I said quickly. "I promise you, if you had stinky breath, we wouldn't have enjoyed the hundreds of meetings we've had over the years - well, I wouldn't have, that's ...