Earlier today I was on a conference call with someone in California, and, by way of making a (sarcastic) point, I made reference to Horse & Hound.
At the end of the call my Californian colleague, clearly not a Notting Hill fan to the degree I am, asked me for “the name of that magazine you mentioned” with promises to get to the bottom of things.
Fast forward 6 hours: after hearing some Gordon Lightfoot on Oliver’s playlist, I’m searching the web for the name of a cottage on Lake Superior where Catherine and I once stayed, a cottage owned by a man who was there the night the Edmund Fitzgerald went down.
I did not find what I was looking for, but I did find an Airbnb owned by someone named 철진 in Gusan, South Korea, the photos of which feature Notting Hill projected on the wall.