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Peter Rosengard

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Peter Rosengard

Opinion

It wasn't spaghetti but alive

February 25, 2011 11:12
2 min read

Last Saturday I had dinner at the very hot Bocca di Lupo restaurant in Soho. I'd phoned in the afternoon but they were fully booked. "I'm really sorry!", an Italian guy said.

"That's a shame", I said. "I wanted to bring a famous comedian who's in town with me." Somehow he managed to squeeze us in.

Now all I had to do was find a famous comedian to take with me. Naturally I thought of my friend Arnold Brown, the comedian with the cult following. ("The cult following me at the moment is the Hare Krishna. I just wish they'd leave me alone." ) I didn't have Jerry Seinfield's home number on me.

"He's a little shy and retiring", I told the very welcoming young lady manager, "so please don't make a big fuss of him when he arrives."