A colleague in the media centre advised me yesterday that I shouldn’t write about things that have been discussed at dinner the night before. I took his well-made and ethically correct point on board and dismissed it immediately. If I lived by that rule, I’d have absolutely no career. Last night’s dinner then…
It's very much worth writing about as it must go down as one of the best, if not the best I’ve ever had. It was at an elusive restaurant called 1888. Rumours abounded that it was closed and we thought that was the case, but a last-minute call from the hotel lobby bar confirmed it was in fact open and there was a table available for us.
