Oh, I know – you could do your knife-throwing act.’ I laughed. ‘With you as my glamorous assistant, standing in front of the target in a sequinned leotard?’ ‘Oh, I like the idea of that. The death-defying knife skills of the Great Coltellina and her fearless assistant . . . What would my name be?’ ‘Oh, I never name my assistants,’ I said. ‘Dangerous job, knife-thrower’s assistant. I get through so many – it doesn’t do to get too attached to them.’ ‘Very wise, very wise.’
