IT WAS THE LIVERY COMPANY dinner last night. The additional aperitif at El Vino was, with hindsight, a little unwise — so too was that third glass of port. To top it all, from the way the Master was coughing through the loyal toast, I probably got yet another dose of Covid from the loving cup.
Then, as I lay in bed, bilious with the booze and the beef shin, I realised that it was time, finally, to tackle
