It started with Andrew Sullivan asking Hitchens to to write a letter to the Immigration Services sponsoring me to finally become a permanent resident of the United States.
Christopher Hitchens emailed:
Safely in the US mail. I managed to say that your faith had allowed you to extend a warm hand to so many of your fellow men, and then remolded that bit to make it sound a touch less close to the heart’s desire.
Brunch? Sunday? Smooch Hitch
Andrew Sullivan responded:
lol. many many many thanks. an honor. brunch sounds great. we tend not to be conscious till around noon, tho. xx a
Dearest Andrew I always think of Sunday lunch as beginning at about 2.30 (“a lavish and ruminative feast”, as Waugh says about elevenses). Want to come here?