My wife and I had lunch today in our fevourite up-market Italian restaurant. We cannot afford to go there too often, because today's bill was the equivalent of the royalties on 100 copies of my books (before taxes). In the restaurant there was a party of about 20 or so ladies having a celebratory Xmas lunch, none of whom were under 60 years old. My wife and I fell to speculating as to the affinity which brought them there. One suggestion, at which we both giggled, was the annual Xmas lunch of the Localville Retired Hookers' Association.
It might make an excellent story if someone wrote about the reminiscences being told at the table during this meal.
It might make an excellent story if someone wrote about the reminiscences being told at the table during this meal.