Sunday 1st August 2010
Text first thing from Rufus Pitman, novelist and critic and perfume expert – Indy on Cindy ‘Pink List’ of 101 top gays is out. He’s in, of course. So is Lord Arrowby! Declared more important than Lord Mandelbaum and John Galliano.
Well, I don’t know – when I think of that grey trouser suit Princess Diana wore for lunch at the Connaught with Raine, Countess Spencer.
I have been murmuring behind the scenes, all the same. Rather pleased with the results. Loathed friendship-terminator and power-monger (the cruel but inevitable extreme of Poor Little Rich Gay life), Robin Smallmeal, head of landfill in this country or whatever, has been removed. The Multis, Harry Rollo, the performance artist and impressario, Reggie Cresswell, the Ghanaian ceramacist, Marcus Cargill, England’s leading clock-mender, begged to be excluded as did Robert Nevil and Sol Weindenwar, the bronzed 50-year-old muscle-god and tycoon, who was in once before.
As a result they’ve rather had to paper out with Jeanette Winterson (we don’t like her, especially after Robert Nevil fell into a hole outside her house in Spitalfields: the case continues) and other drears.
But it couldn’t have been all Poor Little Rich Gays, who are without exception outstanding, could it?
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I fear Smallmeal has NOT been excluded, but has scrabbled his way up the (people you mostly want to) hit parade by a good twenty places. Do you suppose money was offered, or free use of jacuzzi at his lovely home?
Very good, nevertheless to see some real PLRG infiltration.
But where oh where is Adrian Edge?
Really – maybe I have developed blind spot re: Smallmeal. I saw no sign of unfortunate back-to-grey figure. But surely his second career as plastered all over advertising hoardings in the Central and Eastern of Europe offering a toxic processed cheese has dragged him back?
I have to report that he no longer beams down from roadside hoardings. Not even replaced by another, perhaps younger, promoter of the toxic product. I can only assume the cheese has gone out of production – something (if you have ever eaten cheese in Bulgaria) – hard to imagine, since the locals will consume with apparent relish any vaguely dairy-related block of rubber.
I believe the product pressed to Bulgarian hearts by Smallmeal was called ‘Creme Bonjour’, famed for its adaptability as a dainty, decorative and nutritious luncheon snack, a thickener, a solid foundation for a pasta sauce or a glamorous luxury topping, both sweet and savoury. It can also be piped