I mention to Andrew Gallix that I’ll be in London for a few days - maybe we’ll run into each other, have a couple of pints. He says "I’ll contact some people, make it a get together." Next thing I know, I’m meeting all these famous writers, editors, publishers; at the British Film Institute no less.
Get there, walk around lost, see a mime performing before a seated audience outside one of the buildings. A sign says ‘entrance’ with direction arrow. Go up three flights of stairs, find myself at street level facing the Thames. Go back down, fellow says - the main entrance is that way, under Waterloo Bridge.
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