I'm already annoyed by this Vanity Fair adaptation.

[Sir C]

I seem to remember having eaten there many moons ago.

Didn't he also have something to do with the Post Office?

And he wrote Barry Lyndon, which is very underrated.

Downstairs used to be a casual bistro-type affair, which was excellent. But I'm thinking back to the mid-90s now

Of Thackeray and the Post Office know I nothing.

That's the opening line of a poem if ever I wrote one.