One of my first subjects that afternoon (and if you must know it was a rather large contingent who arrived and I could tell they still had teabags in their purses and wallets…) was the charming Jeffrey Badfield, a Commonwealth expatriate who confessed when pressed if he intended to behave that night by stammering a defiant “I certainly will not.” That said Mr Badfield was kind enough to explain that the society’s main goal was to take care of its members, should a moment of crises arise (ie a death in the family, an unforeseen accident or illness) its members would pledge to come forward- a wonderful thing to know for an Englishman or Commonwealth person living in the US who somehow finds themselves adversely situated. He had been at last count with the society for 20 years now and it brought him no end of satisfaction.
Soon after that Baroness Gabrielle von Langendorff, Sheikh Abdula Thuraya, arrived and as much as I tried to get them to speak to me they casually smiled and thought to themselves- “He’s going to try and embarrass us somehow, let’s quickly side step him. He even sounds like he could be English so we better in fact run…”
Who didn’t sidestep me was the charming Gordon Elliot, TV personality and once flamboyant TV presenter, a childhood hero of mine from Australia who on this evening was dressed in his ancestral Scott threads and accusing me of not being Australian enough. I of course forgave Gordon and realized deep down he yearned to be back on the other side as a journalist, while I strangely yearned to be on his side- an outspoken personality that sent fears down the backs of Australian and most of America’s society set.
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