I HATE eating humble pie. I particularly hate eating humble pie while awaiting the roast pork chop – with crisp fat and crackling and gorgeously juicy, ever so slightly pink meat – that is one of the signature dishes of Soho’s Academy Club, my home from home.
But there I was, forced to eat the former before tucking into the latter, having just berated my guest, Nick, for being so dull, predictable and cautious when it came to his wine choices. He had just explained that every fortnight he