Review at a glance: ★★★☆☆
As any couple might attest, length is a matter of debate. I wonder if you can think of an example? But here’s another: long lunches. You know the sort: pub beforehand, late arrival, Champagne to start. Bread, butter, ballast. Bottle of white. Food either the entire menu or nothing really at all. Gossip. Bottle of red. Make it two. Cheese, pudding wine if they’ve got it. Coffee as strong as cocaine. Mutual enemies slated. Everyone declaring undying love for cigarettes but ignoring their phones as threats of divorce begin pinging in. “Lunch was good, wasn’t it?” someone will say. “Wasn’t it just,” someone will reply. “What did we have again?” Carriages at midnight, ambulances at three.
