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AMBASSADRESS: NOT AT MY TABLE




               It should have been a  dissuading the ensuing bevy  bagel, my nose twitched its   ting lines". 'Whatever it was
               perfectly normal dinner  of Polish workmen from  way around the table in the   that was happening beneath
               party. Chaps and chapesses  stuffing their empty beer  search for salaciousness and   all those respectable out-
               from various walks of life, a  cans down the waste pipes  the scent of scandal.   ward appearances, I was
                                                                              Chinese
               sprinkling of lords of the  thereby causing a blockage   The
                                                                                       clearly not getting it.
               land, a few respected titles,  which ensures that the first  Ambassador was holding
               the odd ambassador, the  floor loos explode every  forth about hawkish attitu-  Perhaps that was the trouble.
               usual bevy of non-      time anyone takes a shower.  des vis-a-vis Ilaq and Ilan. A   Perhaps I should get out
               meat/fish/wheat eaters. A  And 	begging 	                               more. That's the problem
                                                          the  peer of the realm was dis-
               couple of pregnancies but  Immigration Authorities not  cussing other people's taxes.   with us famous authors star-
               nothing so advanced as to  to deport the only one of my  I zoomed in on an earnest   ving away in our garrets. We
               require urgent bowls of hot  Filipinos who can recognize  couple on the far side of the   miss out on life. We don't
               water between courses. The  her left hand from her right.  table, watching closely for   get in on the act. We spend
               odd late arrival but not  Or at least not until after our  any signs of extra marital   too much time being intima-
               enough to ruin a soufflé. A  National Day celebrations.  activity beneath the damask   te with our computers.
               handful of smokers but once  And encouraging the driver  table cloth. Not so much as   Clearly I must put it to a
               they had registered the news  to check into rehab before  an elevated napkin. Not an   new use and send Husband
               that ashtrays were not an  he chips any more paint off  elbow touch in the entire   of Guest of Honour an email
               option and that the embassy  the bumpers and/or the  room. One person texting   requesting "Footnotes."
               was a fag free zone, they  decorative flowerpots ador- furiously under cover of her   "Please."
               dutifully went out into the  ning the entrance to the  handbag. Probably just
               rain or up a nearby chimney  garage.           screaming "Sell! Sell! Sell!"   For Diplomatically Discreet,
               to inhale. Nothing to startle                  at her broker. Nobody even   read Just Plain Naive.
               one out of one's self-com-  "Because you've got some  got up from table to visit the
               placent diplomatic rut.   seriously salacious material  Embassy cloakrooms, which
                                       here tonight," he winked.  was a relief because at the
               And then it happened.  "Keep your eyes peeled."   rate the Poles were going,
               Husband of Guest of                            they'd have had to climb
               Honour tears himself free  We sashayed on down to the  over raw sewage to "powder
               from the delectable young  dining room, my literary  their noses'. Though pow-
               buttock he had been guar-  antennae waving furiously.  dering one's nose presuma-
               ding with his life and  In the manner of Beagle run- bly has a whole new mea-
               bounds over like an enthu-  ning to ground a discarded  ning in these days of "cut-
               siastic puppy.

               "You still writing that crap-                      High Society and How to
               py column?" he twinkles.                           Survive It


               Of course -- that's what it is                     BY SANDRA ARAGONA
                                              HIGH SOCIETY
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