Back in the days of the Leveson Inquiry, the tanned, floppy-haired and well-tailored figure of David Sherborne was occasionally mistaken for one of the court’s many celebrity witnesses as he swept in and out of the Old Bailey, photographers in his wake.
In fact, he’s the man most of the biggest stars call when they want a break from the paparazzi, or fancy injuncting an unflattering story that is set to engulf their carefully cultivated images in flames.
