I never met a man who was quite so confident in himself. The way he took charge of me shrouded his deep insecurity. Yet lying in the hotel bed, I lay with a man full of hurt, who believed life had not been kind to him and it had made him hard. Reader, he divulged…
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One Night at The Mandrake
It’s early Sunday afternoon, and we step out onto the pavement, dream-like and elevated. Would I say reborn? No, too pretentious. We inhale the fresh air, take in the bright late-summer sunshine and weave through the London throng towards home. We’ve just emerged from 24 hours at the five-star, luxury, boutique hotel, The Mandrake. First…
