Robots and winners

When was the last time one cried for having to leave London at a weekend for two days on a beautiful sailing boat in the south of France? Actually, last week, when the mother of my children gave me an ultimatum to come down or else. Why, oh why, are women so unreasonable? Just because I was having a grand old time and going to all the parties during the last week of June, I suddenly had to do penance and spend the weekend like some American husband who failed to wash up in the kitchen. Sitting on a boat and dreaming about what I was missing back in the capital made Taki a very dull boy. But truth be told, never had I seen London more pleasant. Beautiful weather, lotsa parties, wonderful tennis and an important football match coming up, and I had to sit on a boat surrounded by horrible vulgarians on the Riviera.