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Ahell of a week, starting with the bash at Conrad and Barbara Black's summer party for gentlemen hacks, writers, royals, politicians and domestic and overseas jet- setters. Then Royal Ascot, where Robert Sangster on Tuesday and Wafic and Rose- mary Said on Wednesday provide nosh for the posh as well as for the poor little (and very thirsty) Greek boy. Robert Hanson does the honours on Tuesday evening at home, home being packed with young and beautiful girls to the delight of the aging (but still terribly randy) poor little you know who. And speaking of beautiful young girls, I became engaged chez les Blacks to Alannah Weston, daughter of Galen and Hilary, he a multi-billionaire polo player, she the Lieutenant-governor of Ontario. The good news is I'm a very lucky Greek (my fiancée has beauty, youth, brains and $100 million dowry), the bad being it's all in my imagination.
Oh well, there are two beautiful Ameri- can girls in town, both possible future Mrs Takis, but I cannot reveal their full names (Serena and Kadee) because my real pride and joy, my daughter Lolly, is in London working at the National Theatre and she might get distracted if she reads that her father is about to be married. Blondes, par- ties and marriage aside, our benevolent proprietor recently took me to task over what he called 'your egregious overestima- tion of the Wehrmacht's generals'. Conrad thinks that MacArthur was the finest over- all commander, and I happen to agree. Where we disagree is on Eisenhower and, of course, on British commanders. He thinks Guderian took too many chances; I say the dazzling victories of 1939-41 were because people like von Manstein, Guderi- an and von Manteuffel did exactly that. Ditto Rommel.
Needless to say, we now wage war over football, with the English slobs and yobs being the bad guys. Incidentally, the Ger- man team beaten by the English last week was as bad a side as I've seen representing the Fatherland. In fact, if in the closing days of Stalingrad von Paulus's 6th Army could field 11 men without serious frostbite or missing limbs, I'm sure they would have beaten this sorry lot. If this was a glorious victory for England after 34 years, Robin Cook is a sex symbol. Mind you, when I see the misshapen, grotesque subhumans that are England's fans abroad, Cookie does begin to resemble a sex symbol. If Straw had any shame, which he obviously does not, he would have resigned last week. `Straw and Blair a satanic pair/Caused much havoc and despair . . . ' writes a loyal Spectator reader, S.K. Misra, all the way from India. I cannot quote the whole poem but he's got it right, and it shows that not everyone is Blaired by phoney Tony and the Straw man. Mr Misra is 62 years old and believes in traditional values, the very same values that Blair and Straw and the Mirror and the Guardian scum have tram- pled on with their unending stream of 'pri- orities of its Islington-centric inner clique — the banning of fox hunting, repealing Clause 28, rewriting the constitution, and, disgracefully, the Dome'.
This bum Straw managed to keep the great General Pinochet under house arrest for 16 months, but did not manage to keep a single thug from disgracing England yet again. Having been caught out as the incompetent buffoon that he is, he relies on low cunning and hypocrisy and blames the ... Tories. This is a gang that couldn't govern Monte Carlo during the slow month of January. England better wake up. For the last 40 years, the liberal mindset has been against responsibility. Starting with the poisonous Guardian. Rusbridger, Young and their ilk are as responsible for the subhuman behaviour in Belgium as the beer-bellied pigs, and I apologise to our porky friends for the comparison. England should be banned from international com- petition.
But back to much more pleasant sub- jects, however sad. My great friend John `Get out of that sugar bowl!' Aspinall is very, very ill. But like a real lion he's hanging on. Aspers should have been made a duke long ago for his services to wild animals and our eco-system. His great- est honour, however, is not to be included with the L,evys and the Hollicks and the Alis. His stepson, Amos Courage, has just returned from the Congo, where at great personal peril, he saved countless gorrillas from the Congo's equivalent of England's football fans. He was full of scars when I lunched with him and the great man. Once upon a time England produced men like Aspers and Courage. Now we have Lee Owens and his tattoos. No wonder the Greek boy plans to party away the night for the near future.
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