It’s Friday and your abstemious weekday ways – such as they are – should be cast to the wind. Depending upon which time zone you’re reading this in, you’ll be looking forward to breakfast, lunch or dinner. But, with apologies to the Epistle of St Paul to the Corinthians, the greatest of these is lunch. So make sure you do it right.
You’ll read below of the great François de Rugy, the bougie French ecology minister, who’s been hauled across the coals for throwing lavish banquets when he was president of the country’s National Assembly but is now calling on France to tighten its belt. De Rugy’s belt? He’ll be loosening it a notch, thanks very much. De Rugy – St François of the Élysée to his grocer and wine merchant – is right to act in accordance with the pomp of his office. So why not get pompy with your office this lunchtime?
A late lunch that picks you up and whisks you effortlessly to the balmy climes of the weekend is the greatest single act of inclusion and joy in which it is possible to partake with a workmate (obvious exclusions apply). Millions are spent on wet team-building weekends in the wilderness when the greatest bonding is done at a table over Dover sole and Puligny-Montrachet (it even sounds like a bloody peace treaty). A teetotal Trump is an obvious warning to the civilised world. We wish you a bon weekend and recommend a revitalising luncheon beforehand. Lunch it or lose it, readers.