This is Andrew Marr talking about having lunch with politicians:
On rare occasions, the story is so good, with so much detail or such strong quotes, that a short visit to the loo to jot notes down on a paper napkin is needed. Few pleasures on this little green planet are so glorious as tucking a real story into your breast pocket and returning for some cheese and a final glass of claret.
Is it really as ‘glorious’ as all that? Either ‘Andy’ is overstating this a bit, or he needs to get out more (hopefully he has done since he started doing less journalism). That’s is the funny thing about journalists – they are so excitable, like children. I suppose they wouldn’t be journalists otherwise. You can’t keep telling readers/viewers how boring everything is.