I went to see a conversation between Christopher Hitchens and Bernard-Henri Lévy yesterday, where the topic was the Iraq invasion. At least, that’s how it was billed: the actual motives, arguments and justifications for the war were barely mentioned. I was expecting combative, well argued exchanges between these two intellectual heavyweights, but it was more like a comfy fireside chat with port and cigars. I guess they agree with each other on more points than they don’t. Still, it was very entertaining stuff and it was great to see The Hitch in action. I even managed to meet him. Well, if brushing past him as I was exiting the men’s toilets and he was coming in counts as ‘meeting’ him. Which of course, it doesn’t. And again at the end when I was leaving the lecture hall, he was trying to get through the crowds, fag in mouth, desperate for a smoke. That doesn’t count either, does it?
Anyway, he didn’t disappoint. Although I expected him to be taller.