Ah, Soho! Scene of my youthful late nights and soon, I hope, the scene of my old-age daytime rambles as well.
On retirement – not that old hacks ever retire; we think we retired many years ago – I will live in a tiny flat in Soho. The cottage in the country with roses round the door holds no appeal for me.
I would like to be old and living in the heart of things, with a fedora, silvertopped cane, shiny brogues,
