Disappointment

I’m a lucky man. I have a girlfriend who thinks I’m great. At the moment, Mrs K is in Rijeka, apparently a town in Croatia, lecturing High Court Judges on the intricacies of EU law. I am inordinately proud. On top of that, she tolerates me and my foibles.

The latest was getting drunk and joining the Conservative Party. I’m convinced I would have made a great Tory MEP. I’m verging on the brink of disappointment. (Should I ever change my mind and decide that the British Right really is for me, then I’ll delete this posting and deny any knowledge of it.) UP FRONT hosted a beer festival this evening. I did my two hours swatting on UN reform and then headed over for a pint of Old Speckled Hen.

The idea was: celebration of all things British. Reality was: full of beardy tweedy types. On top of that, I met a handful of Tory parliamentary wannabes, who suggested that my adherence to the party for reasons of falling for a pretty parliamentary assistant were perhaps not the best.

Fact is: I was moved too quickly to swear my allegiance to an unknown quantity. Dilemma is: do I ‘fess up to being a lefty liberal?

In other news, apparently Nairobi is awash with Armenian mafia. Take care all who enter …

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PS I have been enjoying a lot My Boyfriend is a Twat - this is a lady who has the rather fantastic knack of making the mundane unmissable … please go and have a look …