Had a delicious long lunch at Bibendum yesterday and afterwards enjoyed reading Fay Maschler's Standard review marking the restaurant's 21st - "The tradition of changing the loose covers on the chairs according to season meant we coincided with Dijon mustard yellow, presumably signifying early autumn, but not an alluring hue. The patina of age, which Conran evokes with pleasure, doesn’t flatter cotton drill.," she writes. What a marvellous old queen she is. "Cotton drill" - I love it.
Alas my reviewing hat was knocked away by the sighting of the late Eric Morecambe who waited on my party. Here is the poppet. Perhaps he could diversfy his career as a tribute act. Where's his Ernie?