Thursday 25^th November 2010

The Blond Multi took a week off.

You may be underwhelmed but, I tell you, it’s a sensation.

Our fabulous Brideshead-blond-yet-utterly-contemporary multi-millionaire normally out-Thatchers his idol Mrs Thatcher who didn’t, as I always thought, announce in the doorway of the newly-bombed Brighton Grand, ‘Yes, I was working’ but might as well have done.

Talk about driven. The Blond Multi even does piano exams at home in the evening.

Work, work, work. Awards, honours, recognition, expanding wealth base, a private economy the size of a small city’s – Poor Little Rich Gays must have them.

So what was the Blond Multi doing having a week off at home, throwing away all the paperbacks ? He’s decided on hardback only. But Robert Nevil’s Parallel Life of Nurse Edith Cavell and Josephine Baker, an early work, was spared.  Otherwise, in the footsteps of the Queen, he toured the offices of the top accountancy firm where Prince Dmitri Hersov is doing hush-hush work for the Chinese and lunched at Roka, Canary Wharf. No chop-sticks, thank you, bring a knife and fork and why seven sushi pieces when there are four of us?

The talking lift at Roka enchanted the Blond, who rode up and down several times just to hear the computer-generated voice of death fail to express any difference between ‘First Floor Roka Restaurant’ and ‘Ground Floor Street Exit’.

Talking Lift at Roka Canary Wharf, Loved by the Blond Multi. Note the Glimpse of Adrian Edge Himself

Raw Fish Ensemble at Roka. Attempts to Eat that Prawn Head were Unsuccessful

Aspargus with Lifting Equipment