My contribution to the annals of Champagne history

How to make ghastly friends and influence stupid people

I went out with a playboy called Basil once. He had a collection of ridiculous cars and spent his winters in Mayfair, but his nationality was ‘jetsetter’. It’s decades since I tramped round the West End with rich and stupid dilettante men, but Basil’s name came up in conversation the other day. Only turns out he belongs in Champagne’s history books…

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