Jeremy Clarke Jeremy Clarke

Low life | 3 September 2015

All misplaced - a great time was had by all

issue 05 September 2015

Last Saturday afternoon, in Venice, 31 Spectator readers, plus Martin Vander Weyer, the great Taki and I came aboard the Cunard cruise ship Queen Victoria for the inaugural Spectator Mediterranean cruise. The first chance we had to get to know one another was a pre-dinner drinks party in Hemispheres, the ship’s nightclub. I was late, and apprehensive about how things would go. The ship’s commodore, a lonely, courtly figure encased in a starched white uniform, was there in the Spectator readers’ midst offering his right hand to anyone who wanted it. I removed a flute of champagne from the offered silver tray and plunged in.

The first reader I spoke to said, ‘My name is Fanny and I am bisexual so there’s hope for you yet.’ The second reader I spoke to pulled me slightly aside from his wife and said, ‘Why don’t Sussex girls like gang bangs?’ I shook my head.

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