"I’d asked him last year to write a letter to the Immigration Services sponsoring me to finally become a permanent resident of the United States. Who better than my fellow Englishman immigrant of the last twenty-five years? A while later, he emailed: 

Safely in the US mail. I managed to say that your faith had allowed you to extend a warm hand to so many of your fellow men, and then remolded that bit to make it sound a touch less close to the heart’s desire. 

Brunch? Sunday? Smooch Hitch 

I responded, 

lol. many many many thanks. an honor. brunch sounds great. we tend not to be conscious till around noon, tho. xx a 

He replied: 

Dearest Andrew I always think of Sunday lunch as beginning at about 2.30 (“a lavish and ruminative feast”, as Waugh says about elevenses). Want to come here? 

Yes, I do, Hitch. Yes, I do.”

- Sully on Hitch