A FAMOUS GROUSE
IT has been getting grim in the funny business. We were reflecting on this, not as usual at the Mahogany Ridge, but at the French embassy’s reception on Tuesday to mark the occasion of the opening of Parliament.
All had been convivial and the dapper ambassador, Christophe Farnaud, appeared to have recovered from an earlier meeting with Trade and Industry Minister Rob Davies.
Just to put you in the picture, Davies had once again ventured unsupervised into his wardrobe and had emerged sporting flapping trousers, mismatched jacket and charity store necktie. “Quelle horreur” doesn’t even begin to describe it.
But, some hours later and his nerves settled, Farnaud was back on form, swanning among guests at the hotel school in Granger Bay, all smiles and diplomatic levity.
There was some amusement at this, and we wondered what it was about our communists that made them so lumpy. Then came word the wine was finally running out and, with a despond in the offing, the conversation turned, as it invariably does these days, to the orange menace.