Last Saturday night way up yonder where the North wind doth blow, in an Italian restaurant (suppressing the urge to quote Billy Joel here for fear of reprisals), I had a little tête-à-tête with MON. My blushing was off the scale on the rouge-ometer but he was every bit as erudite, charming and utterly splendid as I thought he would be. Renounce your team and … Continue reading Mrs Mackerel’s TFI Friday (4th May)