Please come around for some supper they said. But it's Friday tomorrow, I replied weakly, and I'm teaching at eight o'clock and I don't finish until one. Oh, don't be such a poof, they said, we're only cooking a plate of Milanese (delicate slices of beef, coated in breadcrumbs, and then fried in good oil), there's a plate of tomato salad and that's it, you'll be home by ten o'clock. Needless to say, at half past midnight we were bellowing out "Canto, canto, canto" and "Rido, rido, rido" and I was begging Mrs Combo for just five essential minutes of grace so I could drink some more Marzemino (an obscure red from Trentino and, in my opinion, the more obscure it remains the better). The bloke in the dodgy glasses bailed out early, as you might imagine.
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He looks like Jonathan Pryce impersonating Einstein. If it wasn't for those glasses. Which reminds me, has anyone seen my Cutler & Gross sunglasses? I need them the next time I go into Kibworth.
Really?? I thought more Bamber Gasgoine meets Griff Rhys-Jones. Clearly not a drinking man though.
Ah now then - the little water tumblers down this end of the table look pretty un-used. A common theme seems to be the state of the cheap italian glassware. God knows how you manage to get so much grime, pig fat, unspeakable bodily fluids and lipstick on them. Well I hope he doesn't actually.
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