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17 December 2009
I am ashamed to admit that I was off to London again today for yet another luxurious lunch. This one with Dr Julian Critchlow of my literary executor and a jolly partner, at Fenwick Elliiott’s, Simon Tolson – both solicitors. This time I was escorted to the train in a less dramatic fashion and hopefully did not give the impression to the other passengers that I was completely legless.