THE CORINTHIAN MAN
e is our very own Corinthian in the pre-war mould,” Mark Birley said of my father, Nick Chamberlin. The line was read out at my father’s 70th birthday party, in a speech given by his best friend, Gavin Rankin, who also happened to be Mark’s right-hand man during the Birley heyday. There were 175 of my father’s closest friends filling two long tables at the Cavalry and Guards Club, a re-enactment
