Colin Thubron disappears into hes kitchen to make coffee. He's concerned that his telephone doesn;t seem to work properly since he tried to install broadband and he's irritated on my behalf that crossing London on the Underground Has taken an unfairly long time and made me late for our appointment. We're in his smart West London apartment in a leafy avenue near Queen's Gate, and while the silverhaired Thubron waits for the kettle to boil, we make small talk. As he clatters around with mugs and spoons, I surreptitiously scan his boodcases.
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