Restaurants | 13 October 2007

Now, let me see if I can get this right. My sister’s husband has a brother who has a friend who is friends with a couple in Zimbabwe who read The Spectator and are ‘very big fans’ of mine. I think that’s it. Anyway, might I email them, just to say ‘hello’? They’d be really chuffed. So I email and say, naturally, that should they ever find themselves in London they should get in touch and we’ll go out to lunch and, blow me, if they don’t then turn up in London (on holiday) saying: ‘Well . . . ?’ It’s not them who worry me. I’m sure they are the most delightful people, as they prove to be. It’s just that whenever I am introduced to ‘very big fans’ of mine, it doesn’t take long for these ‘very big fans’ of mine to realise that I am the most boring person ever and, oh, the look of disappointment on their faces.