wouldnât see it.â Isnât that brilliant?â
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âI seem to remember you were a bit of an Ian McEwan fan. I still donât think he should have won the Booker for Amsterdam .â
âI agree, but have you read Enduring Love yet?â
âI couldnât put it down. I cancelled a client so I could finish it. Iâm never going on a hot-air balloon as long as I live.â
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âSo Iâm singing âOld MacDonald Had a Farmâ â you know, doing the pig, the cow, the sheep. Oh, you probably donât know. Youâre probably far too posh to look after your own children â¦â
âMatter of fact, I am too posh. But I do happen to know that song.â
âAnyhow, I turn to this quiet kid and say, âSo whatâs your favourite animal, mate?â And he looks at me and says, âMy mum.ââ
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âSeriously, I think either the Americans should have to pass an IQ test to vote or the rest of the world should get to vote with them. The outcome affects us far more than them and they know bugger all about whatâs going on in the rest of the world.â
âWell, if you Australians are so clever, how did you end up with John Howard?â
âOkay, Tom, you got me there. Another drink?â
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âSo youâre a celebrity, Lizzie?â
âNot really, just a professional loudmouth. Youâre the one whoâs a success. Youâve got a job.â
âA firm.â
âNot your first firm, from what I remember.â Lizzie was happily pissed. Tomâs face broke into a broad smile.
âYou must be confusing me with someone else. No, actually, come to think of it I do remember several firms.â
Pause.
âA firm of oneâs own. Isnât that what Virginia Woolf said every man should have?â
âNo, I think that was a lawn mower.â
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âSo Jules and I are in a tent in the middle of nowhere and I think Iâm going to die â the pain was excruciating â and so I wake her up and say, âJules, I think Iâm dying,â and you know what she says? âDo you want a smoke, Lizzie?ââ
They both laughed.
âWhat did it end up being?â
âKidney stones.â
âMy brother Ned had those. They say itâs worse than childbirth.â
âIt is. But nothing is more excruciating than your Nazi-sympathising brother. How is the Führer?â
âMarried with two kids and living in Essex. But guess what his wifeâs name is?â
âI give up.â
âEva. No joke. How is Jules?â
âGreat. Corporate maggot. Married a financial adviser.â
âBack in the breeding pool, spawning with one of her own?â
âYou should meet this guy. Itâs more like sheâll be hosting his latest batch of larvae.â
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They couldnât get it all out quickly enough. It was like putting on a jacket you havenât worn for a while and finding a fifty in the pocket. Smelling your scent from ten years before. They were back together on that tiny planet only they inhabited.
No one noticed Tom and Lizzieâs journey back in time. By this stage everyone was deep in conversation, pissed or both.
Keith lurched over and put his arm around Tom. âI see youâve met Lizzie.â
âActually, we met travelling, years ago.â
âYou never did.â Keith had had a few.
âYes,â said Lizzie. âWhen Tom had hair.â
âAnd Lizzie was just a loud-mouthed Aussie wanting to be a comedian.â
Becky came over, offering coffee and chocolates.
âTom, Iâd better drop you home before I get too pissed.â
âOh, itâs fine, Keith. Iâll get a cab.â
âNo, no, no. I insist.â Keith leaned in conspiratorially. âBetween you and me, the missus is trying to clean the place out because sheâs knackered.â
âOh, sorry,