Lawrence sat there thoughtfully for a minute before his face lit up and exclaimed “Duh! Of course! Now I know where I recognise you from, it’s Modina Studios. Why didn’t I realise sooner? My friend Sarah works there as the receptionist come seller of Clive’s work and there’s a life size portrait of you in the entrance hall. Personally I think it’s very good regardless of the man who painted it.”
He smiled apologetically at me for praising the painter in case I took offence given my story.
I shrugged it off and said “Its ancient history now. I have put it behind me and moved on as they say. Right then, are those chops cooked yet? I’m starving.”
This effectively closed the subject on my life and we spent the next half an hour tucking into the chops along with rolls and salad – oh and more
