Summary
I tell my mate to walk confidently, as if he belongs there, and let me do the talking. Two women are standing at the door with lists. Liam simply walks past while I politely say I'm a friend of Damien's. Mmmm...My name's not on the list, "but if you are a friend of Damien's you can come in". It is Damien's night and no one would want to upset him, and anyway, how else would I know about this unless I was a close friend?
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The Art of Blaggin'
"Follow that taxi." I feel like an actor in a film. I don't really have the cash to spare, but something in me says do it, be in the right place at the right time. The right place is St John restaurant in Clerkenwell, London, and the right time is moments after the private view of "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" at Ta...
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