H.P. One day the Fates will engineer an occasion where we occupy the same patch of global real estate, preferably not a waterlogged ditch, when words will flow and tales take form.

Am I still in time to join this conversation?

That’s very gracious of you, Soames. I like to think that it’s not the drink, but the company. Give me a tin mug of ditch water in good company, and I’ll have the time of my life.

One day I’ll tell you a few tales of gin. And Nordics. There’s a lesson in there for us all.

Ooh, the McEnroe! Whatever the gentleman’s pleasure, Daphne. What’s yours?

[Daphne – Gordon’s or Hendricks.]

Which bit is not true my friend? Famous people being good sports, the pretty people, or the sista thing?

Now those are a couple of pics I’d buy you a Bombay Sapph and tonic to see H. P.!

[Daphne – Bombay Sapphire? You cannot be serious.]

It is not true, I have met very famous people including high officials and it is exceptionally rude and impolite to do such a thing. I may not have one photo to prove who I met or spoke with but it happened nonetheless.

Jacques Chirac reminds me of LBJ here.

But even coarse LBJ would not have done that to Ladybird in public.

You’re a man after my own heart, Soames.

Pretty people do indeed have it easier. For everything else, there’s gin. There is a photo of me with the Duke of Edinburgh somewhere in the vaults of Cox & Co., myself with one eyebrow cocked, His Highness cracking a slightly racist joke, and both of us nursing a G&T.

Then there’s that photo of me next to Naomi Campbell’s kneecaps.

It seems that the mood is catchy, only we cannot say whether these paragons of political correctness were happy or sad.

I personally think it’s part of the chemistry between men and women and the world would be a sterile place if such incidents were barred.

What I find amusing/distressing is how you have managed to use a minor incident (not even that ) involving two of the world leaders to hit out at Dr Muscat.

Other another note to the other bloggers, while he is no Adonis, Dr Muscat’s stature is what you would expect from an average Maltese and is probably very similar to yours. While I am no fan of Dr Muscat or his policies I find the tone and slant used ( everything he does/says/wears/eats is wrong ) puerile and symptomatic of a parochial mind set.