J-P Sertin called me this morning to complain of this post, in which I drew worthy attention to the correctness of my interview transcript.
‘You may have been right about the unnerving grin,’ he murmured, darkly: ‘but in so explaining you appear to have credited me with a squeal. What is this, Georgy – are you under the illusion that I am some sort of pig?’
‘I shelter under no such illusion,’ said I, ‘though I maintain that you did, on said occasion, emit a pig-like squeal’.
‘Huh. And can you prove this?’
‘Not absolutely. For you see, I am not in the habit of recording phone-calls’.
‘And I admire you for that,’ said Sertin, his voice carrying little evidence of such admiration, ‘although I sometimes wish you were. Better the truth stands tall, than we leave you to rebuild it from the crumbling bricks of your inconsistent memory’.
‘Perhaps’, I said – though I was not, in truth, entirely convinced by his argument. Nevertheless I did promise to be more cautious in the future and take care not to reveal to the world minor inaccuracies relating to the vocal inflexions of Mr J-P Sertin.
Seeing as this accusation was wound from the yarn ball of another, some of you may be wondering whether this might go on forever; whether this post will also invite a response from a disgruntled Sertin, spawning another half-apology and/or triumphant riposte. Though this is a distinct possibility, hear me when I say that I shall endeavour to ensure that any future squabbles are kept firmly out of the public domain.