‘I’ve been talking about myself for twenty minutes straight…’
Self-aware and sensitive: what’s not to like?
‘Now, tell me, what makes you tick!?’
The waitress appears with the pudding menu.
And chocolate. I scan the list: all my favourites are there.
‘As in ‘Strictly’?’
‘In a way – ‘
Charlie‘s eyes light up. ‘It’s just come to me! The name of that Italian singer I couldn’t remember…’
‘ …Mietta! How do you feel about pudding?’
My eyes come to rest on the poetry of chocolate fondant (allow twenty minutes). I think not.