When Town and Country Meet, Who Laughs Last?
Evening Standard - London › December 05, 2006
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THElager was the first warning sign. Everyone else was on cocktails or champagne when my friend Jane bounded in to the swanky Soho lounge bar and asked, not just for lager, but a whole pint of it.
Crikey, I thought, going to the bar and handing over a tenner for her beer (Pounds 3) and my cocktail (Pounds 7), hope they don't think the lager's for me.See the full content of this document
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When Town and Country Meet, Who Laughs Last?
Then it was her candid remark: "I'm really skint - we're not doing anything expensive are we?" Eek! I'd just invited her to join me and my magazine media friends for a night of pricey drink and even pri...
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