Friday morning arrives at last. It’s been
an incredibly busy week (aren’t I supposed to be resting God?). Every meeting has contained its blessing and some
words said in either direction that were healing or helpful. There have been
some challenges indeed but also the chance to be the catalyst in assisting two
old friends to make-up from a quarrel that had led to a six-year stand-off.
But this morning, it’s goodbye to the dear
Bish, who has given me a lovely icon of Elijah in his cave – the place where
one retreats for meditation (which I haven’t been able to do here all week!) –
and off to the Savoy to meet Q.
Who even went on the internet this morning
to learn how to tie the perfect Winsdor knot in his tie!
We have such a lovely time. He buys me
brunch instead of just tea and we both revel in the beauty and the excellence
of the service. He’s never been here before but he absolutely gets it when I
say this is my London office – with just a cuppa, you can hire this beautiful space for two hours
for about £20 which is a lot cheaper and nicer than the Institute of Directors.
He’s a very spiritual man and he says that
the whole issue is not about denying or hating wealth and beauty, just not being attached to
it.
The Savoy has a ‘healthy breakfast’ which
includes the famous egg-white omelet that film stars eat. Q has one and lets me
have a taste. To my surprise, its quite nice...
He tells me about working with a comedian
friend on a new chat-show pilot and about Jimmy Carr’s house (and staff) in
Mayfair and Simon Cowell’s place. It isn’t gossip, it’s information. There
isn’t an ounce of malice in this man.
The conversation weaves back and forwards
between God, faith, the Church, comedy, family and hopes and dreams. Time
flies.
He promises to look at my YouTube videos and give me feedback.
At the end, I say ‘I do hope we can meet again.’ He says 'yes indeed' and texts me
later to say ‘Dorchester next time and we’ll work our way down.’ I have a new
friend.
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