Prior to meeting Will Sharpe one weekday lunchtime in east London, I ask his team whether it would be possible to see the final two episodes of The White Lotus. Just for professional reasons, you understand. Not at all because I am, just like you and lots of others, dying to know how the second season of this extraordinarily brilliant show, in which lots of quite awful people implode together in a luxury Sicilian hotel, plays out.
Case in point: when he arrives for our photo shoot, it takes just a few minutes on the streets before a cabbie pulls over, gets out of his car, points and says, ‘White Lotus!’ Then, on entering our pie & mash-serving destination for the afternoon, the owner asks if he can have a photo taken with Sharpe to send to the wife who, he beams, ‘won’t believe it’.
