There are, presumably, a great many people who dream about what they will say when the day comes that they get to meet David Gandy – but I have to confess I wasn’t one of them. So when I found myself, six months back, sitting across from him in the ‘interview room’ of the Sun Hill police station, I felt somewhat under-prepared. I mean, it’s not like this was actually supposed to be an interview.
If memory serves, we ended up discussing dogs (with reference to Battersea?), weddings (mine; his in theory), foreign travel (Africa, I think), British manufacturing (he’s bought a boot company), the rights and/or wrongs of the Canadian Tuxedo (he’s fine with it), and yes, the fact that David Gandy would genuinely rather wear a suit every day of the week than do almost anything else.
And then he was called away to do a line-up with a pair of hookers.
I should explain.
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