So at last, many things have been pruned from the life of “moi”, and now is the moment. My new book will be set around the timeless brilliance of the politics of Robert Walpole, he was as wiley as they come, Europe …. He would have none of it, he was also a prime example of an “Erastian” so described by Edward Pearce in his great biography of the man. The word is not on my spell check but is neatly explained in the Oxford dictionary. We owe him a great deal for his robust adherence to these convictions. There is a glorious muddle going on at the moment on the world stage it is like The Play That Goes wrong, the replacement for the long running “Mousetrap” I am told by those unfortunate people who have sat through it, that it is the worst show in town. So I rest my case. Except to add that nobody really knows what they believe in.
Someone not far away from here called me a” fat sex crazed she devil ” recently. I am waiting for an apology for at least one of those three….. Yep three guesses it might be the one which goes by response “ in your dreams babe “ I rather liked the She Devil one actually. There is clearly more pruning to be done.
Our iconic Robinia is looking very poorly . A second opinion is coming on Tuesday. The first said darkly” you will have to get rid of it”, is his a metaphor I should pay attention to?
As to the fat thing, Robert R was very fat, but he was nevertheless a wonderful person to sit next to and it would seem, a terrific charmer, not one of those ones that talks about themselves in a dreary monologue of self adoration and terminal boredom. I am told that most elderly men think they are still irresistible hunks OMG that is so weird. I am sure Robert R did not think that he just knew his conversation was drop dead irresistible. Look around the table at your next gathering, all the women are nodding politely trying not to look at the nostril hair. Actually we have just been to an extraordinary family gathering where this was not the case all the women there were university educated , I was probably the only exception…. Of course I envy hem all that armour plated brain which comes when Knowledge is fed in from an early age. I think my parents were mad , quite bad and dangerous. Yep I know about Byron of course! This was a great occasion in a magnificent Livery Hall a table resplendent, and a menu fit for the Gods one for the memory box .. life is certainly not all bad. Sydney ate a huge bowl of fresh mince today.