
Dominic West is the actor who plays the homicide cop Jimmy McNulty in the HBO series The Wire and if you don’t watch The Wire you are a big, big dummy, as it has to be the best thing on television ever. And if you do? Then you will know this: while one fully appreciates the programme’s epic exploration of urban decay and dark, difficult socio-political themes, when sexy McNulty takes off his shirt and has his way with a lady on the bonnet of some car, wey-hey! Only kidding. It’s the epic exploration of urban decay and dark, difficult socio-political themes that get me every time. You know that, right? Or, as I might say in The Wire-speak: ‘You feel me, yo?’ And as I might also add: ‘You come at the king, you best not miss.’ It makes absolutely no sense here, but I have always yearned to say it.
Anyway, we meet in west London, at the River Café, which he has chosen, because the whole point of this new series is that I do food and celebrities, eventually building up, perhaps, to one day doing food on celebrities — ideally, I would like to eat strawberries off Daniel Craig, or honey — but for the minute it’s Dominic West. Ah, here he comes… and you know what? Now I can see him up close, now I’m not distracted by the urban decay and the dark, difficult socio-political themes, I’m thinking: he’ll do. He’s dark and dishy with a naughty face and is quite naughty, I think. When I later put it to him that I rarely drink during the day because I know not drinking during the day is what saves me from becoming a full-on bag lady, he says, quite mournfully, ‘Oh, you so don’t know what you are missing.’

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