Dear Andrew,

I probably shouldn't say this: dear. And I probably should have put ‘prince’ before your name. But I'm not going to do that right now. I think ‘dear’ is quite something, to be honest. I often think of you. And even more often of your mother and your daughters. They love you of course, but how incredibly do you want to stuff your fingers in your ears and shout ‘rhubarbrhubarb’ when your father is mentioned again and again in the Epstein pyramid.

I also think about how you do damage control in a matter like this. That must be terribly difficult, but one thing I know for sure: you are not very good at it. Nowhere do you say that you feel bad for the potential victims, the underage girls who have been abused. Nowhere do you say that it is terrible what Epstein has done, regardless of whether you would be guilty or not. The only thing that seems to occupy you is proving your innocence. For that, you presented, I can't help but laugh, sorry, evidence that your arm is not that long and that it must have been shopped around the waist of Virginia Roberts in the photo where you are both seen together. You also made the remark that you could not be the one characterized by excessive sweating, because you would have suffered such trauma after the Falklands War that you would be physically unable to sweat. Is it very petty if I write here now that despite the trauma of the Falklands War, you were very capable of other things?

Now I haven't studied medicine (but neither have you), but when I search for ‘unable to sweat’ I only find the cause related to certain medication. Nothing about traumas. Anyway.

Yesterday, the BBC aired an interview with Virginia Roberts, your alleged victim. Two things stuck with me the most: your rain of sweat that poured over her when you were indulging in her and her astonishment that so many people within the political system were aware of Epstein's antics. Stronger: they were part of it.

And then I continue to be amazed by the suicide of Jeffrey Epstein. How can someone do that in the department of the Metropolitan Correctional Center, a prison that is so heavily guarded that high-risk cases sleep in paper pajamas to prevent them from hanging themselves with their pajama pants? Epstein was helped around the corner. Or pushed. Either way, many prominent men benefited from Epstein never being able to talk.

This case stinks of all clients. And your rain of sweat is just a very small part of it.

I'm not a spin doctor, but if I were you, I would just honestly say what happened. You can't go lower than this.