The most precious – and arguably the most delusional – thing VP ever said to me was over dinner in a restaurant just off Trafalgar Square. It was our third date. He was asking me about my job and I was being vague, unwilling to reveal the mindlessness of my day-to-day employment to this dazzling Renaissance man. And that’s when he said it.
‘I imagine you’re well-liked at work.’
I resisted the urge to pull a face. ‘Er… I hope so.’
I went to a wedding the other day. In her speech the bride said of her husband, ‘He makes me be the best version of myself’.
After dinner we crossed the river, walked west and sat on a bench kissing and sharing stories in the shadow of Big Ben.