Chris, 72, poet, meets Kate, 72, writer
And … did you kiss?If you could change one thing about the evening what would it be?Romance wasn’t in the air, but it was a pleasure to spend an evening with Kate, who couldn’t be less than a 10.Kate on ChrisAn adventure or “attempting and achieving a renewal of life” – to pretentiously quote Freud.
There’d been a mix-up over times, so understandably Chris looked shy and anxious, but I really liked his clothes.Novels. Poetry. Film. Family. How we both like seeing several films in one day.Exemplary. He was trying to cut his barbecued sweetcorn chunks with a knife until I went into full-on bossy mode and told him to use his fingers.Would you introduce Chris to your friends?Intriguing, thoughtful, attentive.