St. James's Park, London

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The readers’ party was as good as it gets. Our readers are straight out of Norman Rockwell also. The garden party served only tea, thank God, so the liver had a rest and so did our precious guests. Amid the circus of egotism and self-absorption that is today’s culture, it was nice to meet proper and civilized British gentlemen and ladies, and if it sounds corny, too bad. Our readers reflect the magazine and vice versa. The only sour note came from me during the prize draw. As a joke I said that first prize was one night with Tsipras’ girlfriend, second prize two nights, and so on.

Much later, I met with my future in-laws, Lord and Lady Belhaven and Stenton. Their out-of-this-world daughter, Olenka Hamilton, is also my betrothed. We drank far into the night in the gardens of the Polish Club, until even the Poles had enough and closed the place up. It was a hell of a week, and a hell of an evening as I also managed to give an interview to the man who has written the greatest judo book ever, The Pyjama Game. Now I’m back in Gstaad recovering and biding my time for my next outing. It will be in Athens and I will be afloat. Down with Juncker and Tsipras, vive le roi!