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Interviewing the Château d’If’s new Maitre de Cuisine was proving tough for The Editor

Since about Tuesday or Wednesday last week, I have been marginally off-peak. By Thursday, I was properly dérangé, with Mr Imodium my constant companion. I can tell you that since then, I have eaten, a banana, 7 slices of toast, a mug of Bovril and much liquid. In 4½ da…