Tuesday 3rd April 2012

Intense pressure: already I yearn  for the glorious enveloping lounger ( I mean Tuscany in August). The Queen must be feeling the same about Balmoral. Four months before any hope of rest.

Except in Tuscany we’re so busy.

The gardening! How to rein in nature which gallops in this hot weather?

Did I mention that I’m now triple Glyndebourniana this summer? What will I wear? What will I wear? And the Jubilee? And the Olympics? And I’m to board for Paris in June.

Poor Little Rich Gays have now all reported back in from India: Lord Arrowby, that stern Government figure (he’s already diarised his Summer Party), the Multis and now Robert Nevil and Anthony Mottram, who regained 1st Class from Bombay last Monday.

Robert Nevil has India news forthcoming for tomorrow, here at Poor Little Rich Gays. They were at the Malabar Caves, you know, as in Passage to India, a novel by Morgan Forster.

Speaking of novels, Rufus Pitman has whirled out another, already lauded: it’s about Bangladesh.  Finn Magnus, the hot boy doc, is coming on well – he took a 4 star in Venice and hosted his mother there.

Reggie Cresswell is still apparently absent; he toured the Far East, Japan, Australia and New Zealand.

Thursday is Aunt Lavinia’s 80th Birthday Lunch at Shoreditch House, the first 80th ever to be held there. Cousin Barley’s on the committee. The Gay Mother gains 1st Class from the Country tomorrow.

I haven’t a thing to wear! I’m nowhere near the pearl grey I crave. Or rather I don’t want to fork £742 at Paul and Joe.

Sunday, such touching scenes, when Captain Blond Multi (did you hear he’s retired at 50? He’s just announced his prices for odd jobs, such as fetching Mothers from station or dry cleaning: £420 an hour) waited loyally, although himself  in the Festival Hall in good time, for his beloved Photo Multi who was trying to park their machine – thus missing  the entire first half of the Passion.  The poor Blond had been practising very hard with a CD in his car all the way back from Cornwall, whence he retreated for 4 philosophical days to meditate on his retirement last week.

The Multis have never been apart except for business trips in 23 years.

They engaged in a consoling blazing row with the Managing Director of the Festival Hall over their refused admission as latecomers, then  retired to the Oxo Tower. A high-end luncheon was always to lift the day and it did. The Blond laid extensive plans on Saturday. They really wanted to take a new place in Aldwych but it was too far from the Royal Hall.

Captain Blond Multi bears and feels the pain of the Poor Little Rich Gay calling as well as the glory.You can see the bar of responsibility and leadership laid across his eyes often. In the Trenches, the men of his platoon would have done anything for him.

It’s no bed of roses, being a Poor Little Rich Gay.

I should mention that Captain Blond’s Official Birthday Month was bought to a close on Saturday night when Prince Dmitri Hersov, of the Accountancy firm, gave a dinner at which 100 balloons hugged the ceiling. The Prince had purchased on-line two helium gas cylinders for £75.

Oh, I forgot: we saw Kent’s Duke on the stairs at the Royal Festival Hall: he has no commoner blood, unlike Her Majesty the Queen, divine as she is.

Balloons at Prince Dmitri Hersov's for Closing Ceremony of the Blond Multi's Official Birthday Month

Captain Blond Multi Gains the Royal Festival Hall on Sunday for the Passion

Champagne Gained at the Oxo Tower after Latecoming to the Passion

Contradictory Lav Seen by Photo Multi in a Barratt Home: No Idea What He was Doing in a Barratt Home