High life

The week that tripled the size of my liver

It doesn't matter. The Putin Olympics have made me a happy man

1 March 2014

9:00 AM

1 March 2014

9:00 AM


Walking into a dinner party for 50 chic and some not-so-chic people in a nearby village last week, I was confronted by a tall man with horn-rimmed glasses who called me his neighbour, but then added, ‘No, you’re not my neighbour what’s your name?’ No cunning linguist I, nor used to being barked at by nouveaux-riches whippersnappers, I turned my back on him and told him to ‘look it up in the Almanach de Gotha, asshole!’ He wasn’t best pleased, especially as I also called him a dickhead. Now please don’t think for a moment that I approve of my bad manners. But nor do I accept some haemorrhoid of a man half my age acting like a cop in a cheap gangster movie circa 1936.

The name of the whippersnapper, whom I don’t know, nor do I want to know, turned out to be Hunt, spelled with a capital ‘C’. His very rich American wife is a nice woman, whose father was Mort Sackler, an inventor of some drug that made everyone happy, and also made him happy and a billionaire. What she should do is invest in a book of manners, or tutorials on social graces — they would be much cheaper— and teach John Hunt spelled with a ‘c’ to be less arrogant and less likely to be hit by an old-timer like me.

Mind you, Hunt’s manners made him seem possessed of plenipotential dignity when compared with a Spaniard whose name is Macaque, someone whose loud voice and showy mannerisms made him as inconspicuous as a fully dressed cardinal in a whorehouse. With an ego the size of a football field, he made it impossible for anyone to remain within hearing distance, so his table emptied quicker than you can say monkey. So there you have it, dear readers, society at its best during the height of the Gstaad season 2014. There are exceptions, of course. A dinner party by Dino Goulandris for the ex-prime minister of Canada, Brian Mulroney, and his wife Mila, was a wonderful evening, with the premier giving a graceful speech ending with a Yeats poem, and my host asking me to respond. My answer was that I might be plucky but I am not stupid. To respond after such an articulate and charming speech was like going to bed with a woman who had just made love with Rubirosa. Makes a man feel insufficient. (Incidentally, Brian Mulroney spoke with great affection about Conrad Black, and told us he was doing very well back in Canada.)

The next evening, Prince Pierre d’Arenberg and his beautiful wife Sylvia threw a hell of a bash for a hell of a lot of us, one that left me feeling that my nights were finite. But a good ski the next morning pumped me up enough to attend a great dinner given by Chaz Price and Jonathan Sieff and their wives, one that closed out the week that tripled the size of my liver but registered a minus as far as my years to come are concerned.

No matter. The Putin Olympics, and the raspberry delivered to western doomsayers and wishers, have made me a happy man. Russia won the most medals and kudos from all honest people the world over. The closing ceremony was as brilliant as it gets. The only bad note was when the BBC speaker informed us philistines that Turgenev, Pushkin, Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy, Chekhov, etc. were ‘all Russians, you know’. Thank you. Norway and Switzerland, two small nations, also excelled, as well they should being alpine countries, but Uncle Sam, alas, was full of excuses.

There are now too many events in the Olympics that are more suited to a circus, with the Flying Wallendas and elephants juggling balls, than to the slopes. The hysterical BBC announcers were also rather pathetic at times. Screaming and calling the curlers heroes is a bit over the top. Curling is a nice pastime, reminiscent of those dance contests back in Idaho where couples have to dance holding up a potato with their necks. Soon we will have man-made avalanches and athletes trying to survive them as Olympic events. Slopestyle snowboard and ski cross are too extreme and the ramps and jumps much too dangerous. The Americans love it because they sell clothes and fancy equipment to go with such gimmicks. Last year the ruling committee of the IOC tried to do away with Greco-Roman, the oldest sport in the world, and include an event that requires a lot of money and equipment. All one needs in Greco-Roman is a jockstrap. I suspect feminists had a lot to do with it. They should stick to mud wrestling in Vegas and leave the Olympics to me.

Last but not least, Obama should be ashamed of himself. He should have attended Sochi, or at least dispatched the useless bullshitter Joe Biden, to make up for the head delegate of the American team, the professional lesbian Billie-Jean King, a tennis player. Turning Putin into a bogyman plays well back home, where Aipac this week will deliver 14,000 supporters of Likud to Washington, one that will blanket Capitol Hill and tell Congress how to vote or else. And, worse, Putin now has the 200 mechanised divisions of Ashton and Barroso to deal with. The EU army makes Nazi Germany’s seem puny. Poor old Vlad.

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  • Doggie Roussel

    I wonder what Mr Chunt really did say or do in order to reduce Taki to this foam-flecked frenzy ?

    are well aware … from Taki’s own descriptive articles… that Gstaad
    is infested with all the lowest forms of pond life: from the Russian
    gangster class, to the shoeless camel drivers from the Middle East, but
    to pick on an American middle-class nouveau-riche spiv for some
    throwaway remark that the little, geriatric martial arts expert took
    amiss is a bit much.

    • Shinsei1967

      Couldn’t agree more. I assumed Taki must have left something out because otherwise it makes him sound like a foul-mouthed lout.

  • Doggie Roussel

    Conrad Black… if that isn’t the face of a thug and a bully, then I’m the Archangel Gabriel (pace Taki) …

  • Reader111111

    I taught them a lesson, all 27,000 of them.

  • Nicholas C

    For someone so flamboyantly bitchy Taki does seem to be a little thin-skinned. A case of the narcissism of small differences, perhaps?