When Kingsley Amis learnt he'd won the Booker Prize, he assumed his Evelyn Waugh face: an apoplectic diehard, puffed up, empurpled and complete with bulging eyes.
This was doubly appropriate. The face one of ‘Lucky Jim’ Dixon's party pieces. Also, Amis had come to resemble Waugh in real life.
He once complained to a friend that, for 20 minutes, he'd sat at the Garrick Club bar ‘and nobody came near me.’
His friend replied, ‘Kingsley, doesn't it strike
