Easy
Published 2017
Long Sunday lunches in the early Seventies meant the Pontevecchio in Old Brompton Road.
‘I just can’t think of a name for this new band we’re getting together’, he worried.
This was the era of Kilburn and The High Roads (prop:
‘What,’ I suggested, ‘about Borehamwood – We Bores You Stiff.’
He turned white with rage. Artists. So sensitive. He became a one-hit wonder – but what a hit, he made a fortune.
On another occasion an American academic at the next table told us that he had just returned from Mexico City, alive. What had most impressed him was the name of a brand of rat poison – The Last Supper.
Dessert was always: