To the Coach & Horses in Soho to meet my old friend Andrew Holt. He lives in Sydney and I hadn’t seen him for years. In fact, the last time we had a drink was in New York on the 107th floor of the World Trade Center about six weeks before 9/11. That famous bar was called Windows on the World and “gentlemen” had to wear a jacket to get in. We turned up jacketless and I thought I might have travelled 3,000 miles and 107 floors only to be refused entry, but no. Guests without jackets were given a green polyester Windows on the World jacket and we wore these ghastly garments with pride. Particularly tasteful was the crest on the breast pocket which said WoW.
Quick drink with Andrew.

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