stanharding in the flesh for the first time, as he was passing through London on his way home from Oslo.Maybe I've just been lucky, but every internet friend I have ever met in person has turned out to be utterly lovely and Eric was no exception. Nice to put a face, and a voice, to the posts about theatre-going fine-dining life in New York City.
We sat in the café at Foyles talking about cats and Harry Potter and Scandinavia, then Eric excused himself to go and check out a bear bar in Soho. I went home to clean the gerbils out, but then I'm not on holiday.
