The Oldie

GO INDIAN IN THE WEST END

‘Look, James. It’s so good to see you – but, please, for the love of all you hold sacred, don’t make me go to an Indian tonight.’

Thus spake Charles: by day, a top banker; at weekends, a genius at Dame Edna impersonations. A man whose gastronomic repertoire begins and ends with roast chicken. His wish was not fulfilled

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