Many Poor Little Rich Gays have Left for Paradise

Friday 23rd February 2018

Tomorrow is the 94th birthday of the Gay Mother. She is presently preparing filets de sole Crecy.

Reggie Cresswell has boarded for Australia on a Ceramic Tour. His Captain was Captain Careless, or Callous or Carless. Whatever (the accent was impenetrable, furthermore), not encouraging. I thought pilots were supposed to have safe names. Reggie refused the pyjamas in Club and wondered if he would regret it.

Laura Malcolm and Matt Driver have gained the Caribbean: there was a rat under the table at lunch and cloud but basically they’re on loungers with drinks in attendance. Kelm, incidentally, has completed the gesso-ing of my trolley and headboard, before his departure for Peru, where he will become a married man. Intense gesso-ing is an important preparation for the married state.

Ski-ing also of course, but not for me. A big party gathered in the Italian Alps. Anthony Mottram and Vadim were rumoured to be £5000 a week not including ski-ing costs. Others were in a 3 star. Ski-ing appears very costly with a danger of death.

My great fear is that I will not live to complete my decor. I’ve thought of nothing else for almost a month. My home has been crammed with workmen, me following behind with an artist’s brush to get the lines straight. Once those cans of paint are open it’s hard to stop. There’s still touching up to be done on the stairs plus fiddling in paint around the new old light switches and sockets. The work! the work! Then painting the furniture gesso-ed by Kelm, plus the dining room ceiling has come adrift in one corner. Angus Willis came round for a formal drawing room tea (can you imagine, in the middle of all that upheaval, giving a formal seated tea with half the house under dust sheets?). He was thrilled with the sinking ceiling and thought it could sink a bit more. But no, it must be heaved up – then the entire room will have to be restored. Somehow the open cans of paint, the mixing of colours, the bottles and jars and papers are hard to integrate with normal life. The rhythm of normal life does not encompass wet paint for some reason.

Somehow I’ve fitted in a Royal visit with Royston King to Myddeton House where we saw the gloves Camilla wore when she opened. Then there was an architectural boat trip (further to the one in November) from Canary Wharf to Chelsea Harbour this time. Truly great. And a huge tale to tell about the person who accompanied me to the Jonas Kauffman concert – so many coincidences, it can’t be true.

 

Laura Malcolm's Hat, Self-Dressed for St Lucia

Laura Malcolm’s Hat, Self-Dressed for St Lucia

The Classic Scene in St Lucia

The Classic Scene in St Lucia

Rat Under Table at Luncheon in St Lucia

Rat Under Table at Luncheon in St Lucia

Classic Lounger and Drinks Scenario in St Lucia

Classic Lounger and Drinks Scenario in St Lucia

Moira McMatron in Tea Experience

Moira McMatron in Tea Experience

Laura Malcolm and Matt Driver in Feet Only Selfie a la Camerons

Laura Malcolm and Matt Driver in Feet Only Selfie a la Camerons

 

Posted Friday, February 23, 2018 under Adrian Edge day by day.

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