The only drink missing from The Spectator’s summer party

Last week the great and some not-so-good crammed into the gardens in Old Queen Street to gossip and carouse, sipping on seemingly endless reserves of Pol Roger and Whispering Angel. As I surveyed this magnificent scene, it occurred to me just one thing was missing from The Spectator’s summer party: a glass of chilled red

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