I am sitting in the fifth-floor bar of Harvey Nichols in Knightsbridge, London, nursing the daintiest martini I’ve seen, so Lilliputian there’s not even room for an olive or a twist. Not that its…
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I am sitting in the fifth-floor bar of Harvey Nichols in Knightsbridge, London, nursing the daintiest martini I’ve seen, so Lilliputian there’s not even room for an olive or a twist. Not that its…