High life | 18 June 2011

On board S/Y Bushido

I am writing this under extreme torture. I have been vomiting for hours due to food poisoning, am totally dehydrated, but even one gulp of water brings on more violent up-chucks. ‘You’ll just have to wait it out,’ says a doctor over the telephone. Easier said than done. And to think I was worried about girls and other such bagatelles. Without health no woman is worth a nickel.

I suppose I overdid things in London, and then in the south of France. London was fun, what with Asprey’s throwing a bash for me, and then my own thank-you dinner at Bellamy’s following. People like Fraser Nelson and Andrew Neil said such kind things, I felt embarrassed. Then St Tropez proved my undoing. Now I am seriously worried about Germany and the world judo championships for seniors. All that training down the drain. I’ll keep you posted but, in the meantime, sorry for the short column.