Do you know what day it is today?" Padma asked me over breakfast. Me: "Um ... it's the ... fourteenth today, dear."
Padma: "It's the fifteenth. Does that stir any memories in you?" Me: "Memories?" (doing a passable Basil impersonation) "Agincourt?" Padma: "What?" (history has never been her strong suit) Me: "Anniversary of the Battle of Agincourt? Trafalgar? Crécy? Poitiers? Yom Kippur?"
As it turned out, I hadn't been all that far off: no, it wasn't the Battle of Agincourt but the Battle of the Sexes which started on this day twenty-three years ago. TWENTY-THREE YEARS! You'd get less for murder!
This is a matter too serious to handle on my own, and so we're meeting up for lunch with friends at Club Malua at Malua Bay but let's forget about the Flambé Jamaican Prawns; go straight to "For the Kids".
