Saturday 17th March 2012

I am emboldened and radiantly happy, in Bath today as it happens, but last night at my London home. I invited the Multis and Prince Dmitri Hersov at 6pm and by 7.30 had the full dinner party vehicle underway: the table heaped and emblazoned with wares, 3 courses planned and produced. I couldn’t believe how the pieces fell into place. Usually it’s one day min. to launch the vehicle and run it.

When the Multis gained, they were three: I mean they had another with them: Ariana Chronicopoulos, bailed out from Greece for the Blond Multi’s 50th 10 days ago and still here, lodged in one of their remote flats, a friend of the Photo Multi’s from the Photography School.

She’s very depressed, very tragic, very haggard, or absolutely blooming depending on the point of view, yours or hers.

But I’d only got four steaks (£14.37, Waitrose meat counter); I managed to re-style the table. Somehow, if I cut the steaks in half, I’d be able to eek out. Luckily the Multis are still on an arc from Ananda, Himalayas, where they ate specks of designer food on the weight loss programme.

My menu: spinach soup (I had self-made chicken stock in stock), bacon and toasted pine nuts garni, grilled steaks (v. small person portions) with leek  and thyme butterbean whip (not whipped actually; whole. Couldn’t resist the opp to put ‘butterbean whip’) rhubarb with orange. Anna del Conti recipe I’ve recently discovered. You must try it. Lacerate your rhubarb with orange juice for 2 hours before ovening, then drain off the juice, boil down to a gracious syrup.

Ariana presented chocs but it turned out they belonged to the Multis. She’s quite light-fingered. During dinner she conducted bizarre massage. It looked as if she might strangle the Blond Multi but the Photo said if she did they wouldn’t let her back into that flat they’ve lent her. She then questioned us about our sex lives – are we perverted? What kind of humiliation do we like? No humiliation at all – we were at least agreed about that. Surely not, she said, humiliation is going on all over Greece. She herself has recently acquired a liking for humiliation.

The Photo Multi was showing a new scarf from India which periodically he Isadora-Duncan-ed, sweeping shelf-fuls of antiques to the floor.

Meanwhile Anthony Mottram and Robert Nevil have quietly died and been installed in sarcophagi in Bombay.

Well, up to a point: they’re in an apartemento there and lie side by side on little and large beds. See graphs below.

I wonder what the Hindi for ‘apartemento’ is? ‘Apartemendu’?

The Photo Multi's Indian Scarf Work with Jewelled Applique

The Photo Multi in Indian Jewelled Scarf

Mottram and Nevil: Here They Lie Buried:Their Sleeping Quarters in Bombay Apartment