He was utterly charming. We spent some time looking at dirty pictures together.
Oddly, this was my second encounter with Mr Callow. Both times he has been the model of jocularity and good manners.
Simon Callow is definitely my favourite lovey.
ty b. It was quite a day, one way or another.
Whilst I waited for a bus opposite The Maxwell a chap walked up to me and said, "It's a mess, isn't it? This coronavirus thing." I agreed that it is, indeed, a mess, but ventured to suggest that we'd be 'alright in the end'. With this wisdom he seemed well pleased, and continued upon his way.
Life is odd sometimes.
You see? This is the sort of interaction with your fellow men you'll miss when you decamp to the north. Up there, they'll just grunt guttural noises at you.
Do you know, I think the last time I drank in The Maxwell was the day you helped me move into the flat? Seven years ago next month, that'll be.