When I was a green young journalist making my way on a London society column, I remember hanging around the doors of the Groucho Club in Soho trying to talk my way in. Someone tapped my shoulder. It was the artist Peter Blake. He and his wife Chrissy, regulars at my father’s café, had known me since I was a child. He gestured to the doorman to let me through and sat me at his table.
当我还是一名初出茅庐的年轻记者，在伦敦的社交专栏上摸爬滚打时，我记得曾在苏活区(Soho)的格劳乔俱乐部(Groucho Club)门口徘徊，试图说服门卫让我进去。突然，有人拍了拍我的肩膀，那是艺术家彼得•布莱克(Peter Blake)。他和他的妻子克里希，是我父亲咖啡馆的常客，从我还是个孩子的时候就认识我。他示意门卫让我通过，并邀请我坐在他的桌子旁。
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