Stewart leaned over and was about to pour the alcoholic sauce over Gill’s amuse. I stopped him. I wanted my guest to eat. Gill thanked me; Stuart apologised.
Maybe the alcohol had been burnt off. Who knows. It flavoured the food and that was a flavor Gill did not want. Two days later, on stage with a full house at Aotea Centre, he explained his alcoholism. “I started one morning when I was 16, with a drink in my hand,” he said, “and I didn’t put it down until I was 30.”