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I’ve just met the future Mrs Taki —

again
As a young man, I was never warned that when I was old my heart
would still break regularly
Taki

Gstaad

I write this on 14 July, France’s big day and the 25th anniversary of my father’s passing.
He died at dawn, on the bicentennial of the uprising, as if he couldn’t bear French
triumphalism of the foul event one more second. Actually he had a massive heart attack
as he was preparing to go off on his boat. His butler found him and that was that. I think
of him and certainly dream of him quite a lot, and I’m now three years younger than he
was when he died.

The past is constantly on my mind nowadays. Those Athenian arches, balconies and
painted façades that hid small gardens, the white stone buildings and colonnades that
seemed so grand when I was a little boy, the jasmine scents of the royal gardens, the
tunes the German soldiers sang as they marched in perfect step past our house on their
way to the Acropolis each day. My wonderful German fräulein once told me that I would
break a few hearts when I got older. What she didn’t tell me was how often my heart
would break when I got really old, like right now. A couple of weeks ago I had dinner
with the prettiest girl in London, Georgie Wells. I introduced her around as the future

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Mrs Taki. She played along. The fact that I’ve been happily married for more than 40
years is beside the point, and a very bourgeois point, to boot. If Ms Wells gives me the
go-ahead, things can change overnight. In the meantime I’m up in Gstaad, watching
some cows billing and cooing while I think of young women and a distant past.

Last week on board a gin palace, two fellow guests were Alexander Rocos and his
Chinese wife, Yuki Tan. Alex is a hell of a fellow, half Greek half English, and was a
Newsweek photographer at the age of 14. He has done quite well, with homes in Athens,
London, Beijing, Shanghai, Hong Kong and Singapore, and he speaks fluent Chinese.
But it’s his wife and the mother of his two children I want to talk about. I had never met
her, and by the time she arrived on board I was in my cups. I paid her many
compliments, as one tends to do when drunk, and she laughed and laughed in that
particularly Chinese way women of that persuasion tend to do when round-eyes flatter
them. Yuki speaks very good English but with a Chinese accent. She also uses American
idioms that I find endearing. The next day on our way to the cave where St Paul lived
and preached, I told her to cover up, as monks might mistake her for a boy and kidnap
her. (She has a very sexy boyish figure.) ‘Shut your trap,’ she answered, ‘you talk too
much, and even talk underwater.’ This was because I had made gurgling sounds while
swimming under her and inspecting her underwater. Hubby Alex made the situation
worse because he falsely claimed she had cried out ‘Taki’ in the middle of the night.

And speaking of the inscrutable Chinese, the FT should keep Nicky Haslam when David
Tang returns with his brand-new liver. Between the two of them, the FT can cover all the
bases, just like the four of us at the back do for The Spectator. Yuki tried to explain to me
the secret world of the Politburo Standing Committee, but it was beyond me. Between
1840 and 1990 China was in turmoil. Now they have some kind of democratically
elected leaders, seven of them, elected, that is, by a few voters just beneath them in the
Communist party hierarchy. Oh yes, I almost forgot. I tried to get the ticket seller in the
Patmos museum to charge Yuki four times over — because she was a sexily dressed
woman, a communist, and a Maoist to boot, but all I got was a dirty look from the
underpaid flunkey. It seems there are still people who think Mao was a nice guy, give or
take 50 million or so dead. What the hell, the Chinese can afford it.

My favourite Chinese, of course, are the Soong family, one that dragged China into the
20th century. One daughter married Chiang Kai-shek, a warlord and military leader who
lost China to Mao. Another married Sun Yat-sen, modern China’s George Washington.
The third sister got hitched to a descendant of Confucius, while the only brother was a
financial genius. Madame Chiang Kai-shek rolled in the hay with Wendell Willkie, who
almost beat FDR in 1940 and with whom the dragon lady planned to rule the world if he
had won in 1944. A hell of a babe, tiny but a fireball, just like Yuki but much more
ambitious. She lived until 2004, staying near Gracie Square in the Bagel and only leaving
the stage aged 105.

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When I quoted one of Confucius’s most famous sayings — ‘Man who goes to bed with
hard problem wakes up with solution in hand’ — I was not only roundly booed but made
to feel a philistine and a blasphemer. Yet I’m fascinated by Chinese history, and the fact
they see us westerners as worms. (They deny it but they do.) I love the Japanese because
of bushido, the code of the Samurai, something the Chinese are not exactly enamoured
of, but Japanese women are not the power behind the throne. Chinese women are.

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