My job is rarely like this. But when it is, I'm one happy copywriter. Friday lunch with clients is an excellent thing. Come to mama, little lobster. (Sorry about the awful photo, but I'm too much of a snob to fiddle with the camera at the table. This was done very hasty, with one eye on the waiter an the other trying to look blasé. Anything for the Leo-readers! I'll work on the snobbishness as well.)
Leo isn't impressed by wining and dining. We are different this way. But I also fear that he might not enjoy food the way I do, he seems sometimes a little too lets-get-down-to-business for me. And being an alcoholic, that Riesling would have done him no good. Me on the other hand...
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I don't get it. Why would anyone have Riesling with the lobster?
Surely it can't be right?
Sincerely yours,
Lord John Marbury
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