Magazine article The Spectator

Indomitable and Proud

Magazine article The Spectator

Indomitable and Proud

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It seems like yesterday when I was last in this private island paradise off the Peloponnesian coast one year ago. My how time flies when one's having fun. 2001 has been a wonderful year for the poor little Greek boy. Last year here in Coronis I nearly emptied my hosts' cellars of Chateau Latour trying to get over the guilt of a broken love affair. This year I have managed to empty them celebrating the ending of yet another due to family responsibilities. It is a strange thing.

The older I get and the more booze I consume, the more girls I find willing to share my dissolute lifestyle. Mind you, I know what you're thinking, but it's not the case. As far as I know it has nothing to do with moolah. One of my weaknesses is the inability to fall in love with cheap women. I used to go with hookers all the time but unless something fantastic comes along I actually stopped using them about 15 years ago. No, jeunes filles de bonne famine are the only ones that race my motor, because of their grace and shyness, a prerequisite where the heart is concerned.

The trouble, of course, is that once the objective has been reached all sorts of complications arise. I am not the type to permanently trade-in the old model for a new one, especially at my age, so the new models get weepy at times and have even been known to throw things. (My kids, too, have been known to throw the odd drink towards the new models.) With such a complicated love life, no wonder I drink as much as I do. But back to Coronis. My host is a childhood friend whose wife - a modern Penelope - runs the most impeccable household anywhere and, believe you me, I've been round to some of the best. In fact, if all the super-rich were like my hosts - extremely kind to everyone, providing employment to thousands - I'd be even more right-wing than I already am. This week our house party consisted of Galen and Hilary Weston, Sir Mark and Lady Weinberg, the great designer Carolina Herrera and her hubby, Reinaldo, Sir Rocco and Lady Forte and their beautiful three children, the mother of mine, Duncan McLaren and the poor little Greek boy. Who every day played tennis with a very good player who since this week is known as the poor little Canadian boy Galen Weston, whose company bought out Best Foods, making the Westons the biggest bakery owners in the world. …

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