Another, a Hollywood actor who I’m much more upset not to spot. ![]() ![]() One of whom – I’m told is a right-wing politician, I didn’t look up in time. From next door comes the boom of male laughter and, they come through in groups, clad in novelty jumpers, to make their way up the stairs to the cigar terrace. The floorboards are so trodden they’re shiny, and the rugs - along with the waitresses’ skirts - are tartan. ![]() The walls are blood red, with mismatched frames housing black and white pictures of various men I don’t recognise.
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