Must Have Lunch


How about lunch? No - not this week.

Work’s at a peak.

Whose turn? Sounds good.

Agreed - we should

ask our PAs to find a date.

Your new card? Great.

Promotion? Neat.

Looks a hot seat.

And hey - that ring. Hitched, I conclude?

Me? Not yet. Who’d

have me?  Whoops - now

I must dash. Ciao.


Christ, has it really been a year?

My fault, I fear –

so many trips

abroad, time zips

by. Where? Dubai, Mumbai, Brunei,

Shanghai . . .  Let’s try

again - on me

of course. I see

from the FT you’re on the move.

Well, I approve:

I had a hunch.

Yes, must have lunch.


Apologies - the diary’s hell.

In shape? All well?

Thanks - just the gym.

Ageing’s a grim

business. Children? You lucky guy . . .

I don’t think my

life would allow

all that, somehow.

We owe ourselves a real chinwag.

Barring some snag -

asap, a lunch . . .


Do you do brunch?



First published in Snakeskin 242, July 2017