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• Our drinks arrived. He passed me my glass of sherry and insisted upon bumping our glasses together like mating tortoises, and saying, ‘Cheerio, Chin-chin.’ I nodded coolly as the spilt sherry pioneered its sticky route down my ankle. ‘Over the teeth, over the gums, look out stomach, here she comes,’ he chanted, and was such a helpless roistering je...