Edinburgh Festival / Day 15: Apparently . . .

Sunday 28 August 1994 18:02 EDT
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'Has anybody seen my wife?' thundered Jeremy Isaacs in the foyer of the Caledonian Hotel on Saturday as he prepared for a lonely night at the opera. After scouring the corridors and bars, the staff of the highly-rated hotel were embarrassed to have to tell him that Mrs Isaacs, the journalist Gillian Widdicombe, had been put to bed upon her arrival, but that no one could remember the number of the room. 'Sir,' he was told, 'we appear to have lost her' . . .

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