Let’s call Lord Greedy Green what he really is

THERE was a time, when if I said Philip Green to you, you’d probably simply think Topshop tycoon, that baldy billionaire, or maybe you’d picture a perma-tanned beer belly on the deck of a superyacht with Kate Moss flouncing around in a gold bikini in the background.

But in the past few years Green (aka Lord Greedy) has become famous for so much more. Among journalists, he’s had a bad rep for a long time. One of his chief bullying tactics has been getting the mobile phone numbers of writers who were doing stories on him and shouting abuse, insults and threats at them (as is well documented in Oliver Shah’s tell-all book).

Phil’s spectacular fall from grace, began during the BHS scandal, when Lord Greedy (good ol’ Tony Blair recommended him for his knighthood, nothing at all fishy about that, is there?) who made millions for himself and board members from the stores, suddenly couldn’t find any cash to pay the pensions of the many staff who paid for his spray tans, private jets and champers. So he flogged BHS — for one pound.

Despite the uproar, celebs still clamoured to go to his parties (where Green would ever be sandwiched like a side of ham in between two beautiful young models), fashion types continued to salivate around him and politicians (who should be looking very closely at his taxes) said or did diddly-squat.

Then last week, Green was named as the businessman who spent half a million on a super-injunction to quash more allegations – this time of sexual harassment, racist abuse and bullying. But since Downing Street still won’t take his knighthood away maybe we should just call him Sir Sexist, Racist Bully.