The people who worked the patchwork farms of Ireland until just a few decades ago are all but gone, laments Jonathan Self.
‘We couldn’t afford to live in St John’s Wood — think of the taxi fares’ (overheard in Claridge’s).
‘Are you going home with him?’ ‘I might as well: I am pregnant, anyway’ (overheard outside a Mayfair nightclub).
‘How do you take your coffee, madam?’ ‘Like my stewards.’ ‘I see, black and gay’ (overheard in British…
