"Look at the size of those women!" exclaimed Gimlet as four enormous ladies waddled past the window. "They ought to be ashamed of themselves. You would never have seen that kind of obesity in the Champs-Ãlysées in 1945." He was right; they were horribly overweight. We had ...
It is not often that I see Gimlet floored but this morning was one of those occasions. He had been trawling through the newspapers, tut tutting about the Pope's visit to England and murmuring approval at the government's radical multi-billion pound fund for financing the "Greening" of small ...
Platinum—The only metal fit for a king!—Louis XV of France On Monday I returned from Fuengirola in the south of Spain, having spent the weekend discussing diamonds with Gimlet's friend Anthony, scion of an egregious line of diamond cutters. What I learned about diamonds was ...
Beyond Benalmadena on Spain's famous Costa del Sol lies the town of Fuengirola. It is a sprawling commercial nightmare of a place, a tentacle of the once beautiful Torremolinos, whose sole claim to fame was Lord Kagan of Gannex, that nefarious old crony of Harold Wilson who decamped there sometime ...
