Thursday 17th February 2011
Today is the première of Anna Nicole. Val and I shall be present.
Yesterday the Multis boarded for Nairobi. They are to undertake, amazingly, a walking safari.
Prince Dmitri Hersov has gained Paris and the same Hôtel St Sulpice where we stayed a few weeks ago. Top secret work – forensic accountancy, you know. Possibly he is helping Bruno-France Bruno trace some missing Picassos. The Prince notes that whereas once Poor Little Rich Gays, even rich ones,would mark the passage from ordinary to hotel life by self-unpacking, hanging up, arranging in rank order their bathroom products, now they fling down their bags and get at once On Line.
This is rather ghastly. I wish Poor Little Rich Gays would take the path less travelled by. Maybe they will. I fear this getting On Line besmirches the sanctity of hotel life so central to the Poor Little Rich Gay experience.
Hotels are at the core of our lives.
Meanwhile Laura Malcolm and her husband, Matt Driver, despite earnings exceeding Robin Smallmeal’s, are involved in yet another controversial foreign holiday. They’ve taken Tenerife. Jaws dropped in London when the news was broken. ‘Common,’ Laura said with pride. But she’s disappointed. They’re mainly at the five-star Arab-themed Abama where hedge fund bastards drive their mini chariots.
Tomorrow Lord Arrowby boards for India where he will buy art. He merges fully with Indian life in India but I suspect there are interludes in the better hotels.
The Multis Board for Nairobi: Nice Old-Fashioned Sign
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Hotels by and large frightful – and not affordable for TRULY Poor LRGs.
I’m glad, at any rate, that you are bucking this vulgar trend and weekending in the country at the home of friends rather than jetting off to stay in second-hand rooms with complete strangers.
Tenerife not a natural choice for PLRGs, but I manged to sniff some out in the less vulgar of our two hotels – a simple rural oasis in the rainy north of the island. We bitched about the GHASTLY people in the south and pretended to be not at all jealous of their sunshine.