Last month, I went to Paris. And, like Barry Humphries in the last issue of The Oldie, I couldn't help thinking the old girl was in bad need of Botox.
This was brought home to me at my last lunch near the misery’ that is the Gare du Nord, when I mistakenly settled for. I didn't bother to read the blackboard because 's drinks correspondent, Bill Knott, had recommended the gaff.
