I saw Good Friend in PR for dinner, just the two of us. It wasn’t really a question of “catching up” – we’d been through each others’ news a number of times, and so this was more about spending some time together and – to use a proprietary phrase – “gadding”.
Conversation ranged from his plans to look at some new apartments (one, in particular, confirming his billing as “Fancy Gay”), the sentimentality of the Obama nomination (and the likelihood of McCain gliding into office on the back of it), Shakespeare’s Problem Plays, and alternative employment options for us both (none, it turned out).
We went to The Landmark – a great restaurant that he’d taken me to before – where we both devoured epic steaks, and some fabulous Rioja. There was another brief interlude at Soho House (where he was staying that night, in a room that was a cross between a Princess’ bedroom in a fairy tale and a Shoreditch bar), up on the roof terrace, where we switched to a pretty perfect Gigondas, and then our separate ways: he, down two floors, me, forty blocks up town.
It was a great evening – easy-going, far from frenetic and even accommodating a few silences – one of the ones that you have with great friends, where you could be anywhere, just catching up and (to use a horrible, but apt word) bonding. He’s coming to London for a Christening whereat he’s a Godfather in a week’s time – so we’ll see him then, and I am really looking forward to it.