The moment I’ve been dreading finally arrived this evening. An email from James, my old college mate. He lives in Hong Kong, and visits every two or three years. He’s here. Oh Lord. Trouble is, whenever he’s around, I feel obliged to drink gallons of strong ale, and consume furnace-like curries, just to humour him. To twist the distastefully Bohemian dagger further, he will insist on taking in a match or two as well.… READ MORE.... …