“Ah, the crystal of Belarus; unsurpassed” said a man leaning against one of the many bars at this elegant townhouse club in Soho, holding his whiskey glass up to examine it.
“What? More crystal than Waterford?!” I exclaimed.
“Oh yes” he said. “I remember being in Soho House in L.A. once, picking up the water jug and the handle just fell off in my hand. It happened straight after I noticed that the bottoms of the glasses were all different depths.”
Special indeed. P and I forged on ahead. “We need to find James, P” I said. “I want to find out more about this crystal.” Someone heard me: “I know him!” called out a passing waiter.
“Brilliant – can you page him?” I enquired.
“Jeez S, What decade are you in?!” came P’s retort.
Conversations with Strangers 