Truth stranger than fictionI was once in a fairly posh restaurant in Richmond, enjoying a fairly posh meal, when at about 10pm a man came in on his own and sat at the bar. I looked round, as you do, and it was only - you won't believe this - Mick Jagger. Imagine.
A bit later he sat at the table behind us and the chef brought him out a plate of sausage and mash. Sausage and mash! And the punchline is, sausage and mash WASN'T EVEN ON THE MENU! Apparently having international rock-god status does have some benefits after all.
(A bit later he sat at the table behind us and the chef brought him out a plate of sausage and mash. Sausage and mash! And the punchline is, sausage and mash WASN'T EVEN ON THE MENU! Apparently having international rock-god status does have some benefits after all.
crispy duck,
Fri 21 Aug 2009, 9:19,
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