Written by me
Monday 7:30 am “How many photos do you think I’ve got on my phone?’” I ask my client Johnnie over breakfast at Claridges. “50?” “Higher!” I said. “500?” “A lot higher!” “5000!!!?” “You’re not even close!” “Ok, I give up! How many?” I show him…
Sunday lunch. Demartinos, Great Portland Street I turn to the two men at the next table. “I’ve been studying you two. You’re the father — and this is your son. Am I right?” I say to the 60-something man sitting opposite a young man in…
Monday 2pm I’m on my Vespa at the roundabout by Lord’s cricket ground. It reminds me of the time 30 years ago when my parents were running late for a friend’s funeral —so when they spotted the hearse at this roundabout, my father followed it.…
FRIDAY 10.30am l I lost 10 kilos during lockdown, so when, two weeks ago, my trousers fell down as I was leaving a restaurant (I caught them just in time), I ordered two new suits. Today I’m heading over to the tailor’s for a fitting.…
Thursday 7.30 am Brooklyn, NYC l At Junior’s, the “Home of Cheesecake in Brooklyn since 1950” (‘So rich and creamy it made tough men swoon’, New York Times) I’m greeted by the wonderful Taina. “Hi Mr Rosengard… OK lovey…OK baby…OK sweetheart …I got you!” Taina…
Tuesday night. Out at dinner I start talking to the man at the next table. He tells me he is an Equerry. “An Equerry? Great! When you have a second, can you check if the lavatory I gave the Prince of Wales for his birthday…
Monday 7.45am l In bed. I get a text: “Peter —are you OK? I’m here. Are you coming?” For the first time ever I have stood up a prospective client for a breakfast meeting at my regular table at Claridge’s. Somehow I’d forgotten to put…
Monday 11:41 am I get on my Vespa and zoom over to Harley Street to test my new ‘How to Delay Dementia’ theory out on my brilliant GP friend Dr Adam Hazell. ‘ You have to make 1000s of instant decisions a minute riding a…
On arrival at JFK to see my daughter Lily the immigration hall is empty. Nobody asks to see any of the Covid forms I’ve spent a week worrying about and five minutes after landing I’m in a cab heading for Brooklyn: aka the hippest place…
I've had to organise a family funeral. On Tuesday morning I called the print shop to say I’d come in to pick up the 100 programmes that I’d ordered for the service. “I’m sorry but you can’t come over right now,” the manager said. “Why…