Magazine article The Spectator

High Life: Taki

Magazine article The Spectator

High Life: Taki

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Ibiza

This island is the Spanish equivalent of the Greek sex rock of Mykonos, except its waters are murkier, its nightclubs and restaurants far more expensive. But its hookers are first-class and not to be compared to anything selling itself in Greece. Why that is so, I don't know, but Greece gets the dregs where the world's oldest profession is concerned, whereas Ibiza and Spain reign supreme. No, I did not indulge, but I invited a few girls to come on board for a drink very late at night and once they were done with their libations they offered sex.

Now sex is a hard subject to deal with in print. I haven't ever gone into detail about it -- it's simply not my way -- and I plan to keep it that way. Perhaps if I had the comic talent of Jeremy Clarke, who recently wrote 900 words about how he held back a mob of Spaniards trying to burst into a public lavatory where his girl was chopping up coke while he was servicing her, then maybe. But my style is more suited to fulminating against social wrongs and crap such as PC, so sex remains unmentionable. Which doesn't mean that a young Spanish hooker who stripped to the waist and offered me a condom to help me make up my mind wasn't a real beauty. The trouble was that day was just breaking, both Michael Mailer and I were dead drunk, the crew was casting anxious glances as the girls were freely circulating in and out of cabins, and the big race was about to start. So sex took a back seat for once, and off we went with high hopes for victory as during the practices my boat had been the fastest by far.

Well, you're not going to read about the race, at least not from this scribe, the reason being that the ancient Olympic spirit is somehow absent -- dead in the water, in fact. It was the annual Pug's Club regatta, held in a different venue each year. This year it returned to Ibiza where the very first race took place seven years ago. The celebratory dinner following Roger Taylor's Tigerlily's victory still resonates in most of our livers. I thought I had a good chance of finally winning one, especially after having been gypped out of victory by an egregious handicap last year in St Tropez. It was not to be.

My captain had a dream start, crossing the line just as the cannon went off, and building up a good lead by the time we reached the halfway point. …

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