To the Royal Ballet Company’s summer school yesterday in Covent Garden to watch our 15-year-old couch surfer Alexandre Dahms perform and receive his certificate. Then lunch with him and his friend Moriah Taliaferro before he returned home to Brussels.
An impromptu invitation from Peta McRedmond had us nibbling and drinking on her rooftop garden before biking off to celebrate Sebastian Merrick’s 40th birthday with his first (and last?) trip to Stringfellows.
I was wondering if, years after I used occasionally as a salesman in Australia to take clients to sleazy lunches, I’d at last acquired a taste for sex as a spectator sport. Apparently not.