Guns and dangerous liaisons — confessions of a female bodyguard
My instructions were simple. Fly to Dublin. Catch a bus to a shopping mall on the outskirts of the city. Go to a particular coffee shop. We would meet there. How will I recognise you? I asked.
Don t worry, came the reply from my contact. I ll spot you. I am about to enter the world of the Circuit, the slang term used for the international brotherhood and, increasingly, sisterhood of what are variously known as close protection, personal protection or executive protection officers (CPO/PPO/EPO). Or, in everyday vernacular, bodyguards, a term that most on the Circuit dislike, believing it has misleading associations (many involving Kevin Costner). My journey to the coffee shop began a few months previously, with an arresting advert on the Gumtree website.