Wednesday 8^th September 2010

Today is the birthday of my architect and architect to Poor Little Rich Gays here and throughout the world, Bruce McBain. Yesterday was the birthday of Fergus Strachan who is celebrating by having his fibroblasts activated.

But neither are landmark birthdays.

Landmark birthdays throb at the core of Poor Little Rich Gay life. The Multis commanded  entire restaurants for their  40^th birthdays, Smallmeal had 150 to dinner at Massivebury for his.

Last week I dined with Ed Jasper, the bed linen expert, whose home is a gleaming millionaire background for his filthy talk. The other guests were high – newspaper world, gossip, inside stories – just what Poor Little Rich Gays like. Mandelbaum has got a small one. Gordon Brown is having a nervous breakdown.

One couple present had been, in June, to the 50^th birthday party of a Poor Little Rich Gay financier as follows: party of twenty-five flown by private jet to villa on Lake Como for week-long celebrations, on the actual day by helicopter to the Cip at Venice (you know the Cip, of course) for the birthday lunch, otherwise each evening fancy dress, the theme different countries. For Australia this couple were Kath and Kim (it’s on TV), which provoked a jet of pure filth from Ed about Kath’s battle with unwanted body hair, in the buttock region as far as I could tell. On Italy night, these two had no costume. They removed their clothes to reveal underwear composed of the Italian flag. Below this, once slipped out of, they displayed the Italian flag on their bare bottoms.

Ed couldn’t get over the idea of them drawing on and colouring each other in in this region.