Both booked Valentine's Day dinners with the new people they were shagging but obviously hadn't thought about the fact that it was both their favorite restaurant and they clearly would have similar ideas.
Both booked Valentine's Day dinners with the new people they were shagging but obviously hadn't thought about the fact that it was both their favourite restaurant and they clearly would have similar ideas.
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I feel the same when I read the opening lines of a new book by Valentine.
If you feel like a splurge, book the Valentine's package at the Hambrough hotel in Ventnor in the south of the island, with a six-course dinner in the hotel's Michelin-starred restaurant on the Saturday, including langoustines, champagne and canapés, plus a bottle of champers in the room and, yes, more bubbles at breakfast.
Calling her book "Half valentine, half Dear John letter," she enlists her deadpan sensibility and plump line drawings (accented in a chipper shade of red) to revisit the glory days of Old Gold, Camel and Viceroy, when "cigarettes weren't bad for you" and to commemorate the high points of her addiction.
The result is "a book-length valentine written for and about a woman he clearly adored," Ruth Coughlin said here in 1998.
"They must have been the most romantic gifts imaginable," said John Fondas, a collector in the Bahamas whose new book, "Sailors' Valentines" (Rizzoli, $50), is fittingly on octagonal pages.
All the best places in town are already booked for Valentine's Day, huh?
