Of course Harriet Walter would choose this place, I think, swishing through the revolving door of Arlington in Mayfair into an Art Deco hall of mirrors reflecting monochrome stripes and polished tile. The atmosphere is almost cruelly chic. Where else would a woman famous for her portrayal of stony-hearted, acid-tongued ice queens want to meet?
The waiter takes me to a table in a discreet corner. David Bailey’s black-and-white portraits of 1960s icons look on from every wall. The nearest is…
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