High life
The English disease
Taki
When I wrote last week about men losing their aggression after making love, I forgot to mention Edward Heath. Here's a man who has probably never done a Mel- lor, and that's why he goes around being so pompous and unpleasant.
And speaking of sex, the sanctimony over the Mellor brouhaha is sickening. I've said it before and will say it again, until the English get over their hypocrisy in sexual matters, all politicians will be open to blackmail, and the only ones who will be attracted to Westminster will be Heath types.
I have never met David Mellor, and he didn't exactly look to me like the Errol Flynn type, but he first went up in my esti- mation when he told the Israelis to stop shooting children; now he has gone up even more. Mind you, I prefer his wife to his paramour. She has done what a good wife is supposed to do, keep her mouth shut. The paramour is another matter. She is described as a 'sensationally beautiful society girl who has it all' by one Una Mary Parker, and as 'being wanted by every man in the room while all the other women wanted to kill her'. I wonder which society we're talking about, and which room. Is it in London's fashionable districts or down in Brixton?
One of the worst examples of hypocrisy and sanctimony was the Parkinson affair. Lord Parkinson was and is a very good man, but had his career ruined, for a while anyway. But good things do happen to adulterers, and he is now sitting in ermined splendour in the Upper House.
Needless to say, the Prime Minister, despite his blindness where Europe is con- cerned, has shown the kind of courage I truly admire. Mellor should stay, in fact promotion should come his way, if only because he showed a little imagination. Here you have the Duchess of York galli- vanting all over the globe in the company of American playboys, with security paid for by the taxpayer, and even the Prince of Wales barely able to disguise his loathing for his wife, and poor little David Mellor is exposed by a rag for bonking someone who is not on the civil list and most probably even pays her taxes. Ironically, I know Antonia de Sancha's stepfather, Shaun Plunket, well, and a very nice man he is, but until now he has kept Antonia's name rather quiet.
If a dirty Paris weekend is good enough for Lord Spencer, and a little tryst with one's secretary good enough for Paddy Ashdown, surely a night in a rundown house in Fulham is no sin. Which brings me to Elizabeth Taylor, a real sinner if ever there was one. Here is a seven times mar- ried woman who has admitted to many love affairs and has broken up a marriage or two in her time, and she goes to Amster- dam and furiously accuses President Bush of failing to prevent the spread of Aids. Aids is spread by people who shoot drugs and bugger each other, neither of which President Bush is known to do. But many of la Taylor's friends have been known to indulge, so my advice to her is to go back to Hollywood and shut up once and for all.
Ditto Magic Johnson, a man who admit- ted to having slept with over 1,000 groupies — and you can imagine what they were like — and now blames Bush for his Aids. It is as if I blamed Mark Birley for my enlarged liver. Preposterous.
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