My agent’s husband said over dinner: “The soup at the cafeteria in Dachau was excellent.”
“The best lentil soup I’ve ever eaten,” my agent said.
I had a lovely dinner at The Monkey Bar with my agent, his husband, one of my Dutch publishers and his girlfriend.
At the table next to us, an elderly, bald man was seducing a younger lady with sentences like: “You should be famous.”
It was a very pleasant evening.