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I didn't get a picture, but it wouldn't have done it justice anyway. I was at a swanky reception - the birthday of Lucia's boss, the general counsel of a Spanish bank - and we were surrounded by top brass. (It was a couple of weeks ago, but I just remembered this minute.) One of the directors of the legal department was a younger, Spanish John Hopkins.

I'm not just saying facially - although he and Hoppo are as alike as two eggs - the guy moved like Hoppo, dressed in a very traditional English style, had the same facial expressions as Hoppo and even did the hands outstretched shrugging. It was truly truly uncanny, and I kept expecting him to pull out a pipe and ask me who owned a lamp. (In fact I didn't speak to him - I was concerned he might ask for a contribution to the fricking boat-house sauna fund.)