Thursday 1st August 2013<\/p>\n
August! Dread month. And still in London. The Queen has already gained Balmoral and will be having those awful brown Scottish scones.<\/p>\n
Robert Nevil has been heard of. Did you see? He has made a comment on the previous bulletin. Meanwhile in-fighting in the Pony Club is worse than ever. Already quite a few owners have parked their ponies in stalls belonging to other, more important ponies. There’s been pinching of rosettes and underhand snipping of manes and tails. The long list for the prestigious Betty Trotter Prize has been announced: ‘If you’re not an Afghan breed, don’t bother,’ a bitter owner quipped.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile Robert Nevil is quietly bottling cucumbers in Bulgaria.<\/p>\n
In July I gave five dinners. I’m planning a food bulletin, as well as gardening and how to manage perfumes in hot weather.<\/p>\n
But must get people out of the way first. People are so much more troublesome than things.<\/p>\n
At the foot of the entrance stairs for Harry Rollo’s after perf party was Lord Arrowby, my former part-time love interest, in confab with the previously unknown hostess, a classic London greatness, married into one of the great families. ‘What do you do?’ the Greatness was asking Lord Arrowby. ‘I work for the Government,’ he said. ‘No, no, he writes down everything they say.’ ‘No, I don’t,’ said Lord Arrowby. ‘Yes, you do,’ I said. ‘And what about you?’ said the Greatness, turning to me, rather desperate. ‘Lord Arrowby runs the country,’ I said. ‘Adrian Edge is Governess to the Oppenheimer children,’ Lord Arrowby said. ‘No, I’m not,’ I said. ‘I think I’ll leave you to work out who you are,’ the Greatness said.<\/p>\n
Who are we indeed? Unquestionably something and not ordinary members of public.<\/p>\n
Later Lord Arrowby came over and actually leant on my shoulder. He’d been mauled by a poet. ‘Is your poetry angry or calm?’ he’d asked, trying to be nice. ‘How do you run the country?’ the poet reposted. ‘In an angry or calm way?’ Actually this poet was in a tiny bit of eau chaud for writing poison pen letters during an important Pony Club election (being also in the Pony Club). But poor wounded Lord Arrowby didn’t know that.<\/p>\n
A film star was there but we’ve had that already. Harry Rollo made many brilliant remarks as he did when dining with me a week or so before.<\/p>\n
Otherwise at my dinners: most recently Ed Jasper, the bed linen expert, arrived and said he’d got to leave, had no stamina, would lose his temper at any moment. Surveying my tray of Ottolenghi stuffed chicken thighs, he said, ‘How long’s that going to take to cook?’ ’25 minutes,’ I said. ‘Give it longer. Get it in now.’ Luckily he took to Genevieve Suzy of the magazine world, who was wearing a raspberry lace coat over a turquoise Pucci print frock. She said that when Andrew Marr was editor of the Independent he used to say things like, ‘I’ve seen a lovely picture of a Native American Indian for the front page.’<\/p>\n
So Ed Jasper was won over and cried when he had to leave at self-imposed ten o’clock.<\/p>\n
At one of the previous dinners with Ralph Kitto, Peter Acharya revealed that pashminas can make you impotent. He had a bit of a spat with Ralph about RBS. Stephen Hester’s PA is very intimate with Peter. Ralph told of the trouble of lending one’s artworks to museums. The carriers cart them down the street uncovered ,in the rain. The Damien Hirst medicine cupboard came back with the plastic containers of pills in the wrong places.<\/p>\n
Now what about Doreen Lawrence being made a Peeress? Val, keen on a drop, brilliant cutter on the bias, has always sought ennoblement. \u00a0Isn’t this his cue to leap forward?<\/p>\n
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