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The calm before the storm

Thus, for several years, everyone went on with their lives, happily jumping from bed to bed, until Christine, probably looking for something a bit more exciting, took up with two West Indians, one of whom she'd met when with John Profumo buying pot: a jazz piano player Aloysius "Lucky" Gordon; and Johnny Edgecombe a jealous criminal associate of Peter Rachman. The two had already been in a knife fight over her and she was hiding-out from Johnny, with Mandy, at Stephen Ward’s muse cottage pied-à-terre when five shots were fired into the building and the police were called.  

Both West Indians were charged with assorted offences.  As their trials began details of Stephen Ward’s lifestyle started to become public. Injunctions and threats of actions for defamation flew. Yevgeny Ivanov mysteriously disappeared. The paparazzi went into overdrive. Photographs of people variously smiling into the cameras or scurrying away under coats and newspapers blossomed in the media.  

This was juicy stuff and The News (Screws) of the World interviewed Christine and offered financial inducements to tell all. So in the midst of this excitement Christine, who by now was 21 years old, stepped it up a notch by briefly fleeing the country to Europe, providing a story that escaped the British injunctions and could be published. 

 

 

Christine was the principal prosecution witness against Lucky Gordon. She was found to be lying and confessed.  Convicted of perjury she served a nine month jail term. 

Profumo had been named as an ex-lover.  First he denied everything.  Then he admitted being there but not doing anything.  Then finally he admitted having the affair but not of telling her anything of a secret nature.  But at the outset he had made a false statement to the House.  He was obliged to resign from Parliament and went on to be on his best behaviour elsewhere as a pillar of the establishment until his death.  Dozens of books, documentaries, films and dramatizations followed.  Whenever there is a resurgence in interest in the scandal, poor John and his exemplary family are invariably depicted as the victims of ongoing media harassment and consequent distress. 

Many have suggested that his demise was harsh considering that Bill Clinton effectively got away with the same lie.

Unfortunately for John Profumo he told his lies in Parliament where there are very strict rules surrounding being caught.  

On the other hand maybe his was the better deal.  I can’t imagine any schoolboy pinning-up a photo of Monica Lewinsky sitting naked on a chair.

 

 

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The famous Chair

 

My favourite schoolboy joke:

Q: Why is Christine Keeler like a (Stephen) Ward-robe?

A: Because you pull out her draws and the cabinet falls apart.

 

 

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Southern France

Touring in the South of France

September 2014

 

Lyon

Off the plane we are welcomed by a warm Autumn day in the south of France.  Fragrant and green.

Lyon is the first step on our short stay in Southern France, touring in leisurely hops by car, down the Rhône valley from Lyon to Avignon and then to Aix and Nice with various stops along the way.

Months earlier I’d booked a car from Lyon Airport to be dropped off at Nice Airport.  I’d tried booking town centre to town centre but there was nothing available.

This meant I got to drive an unfamiliar car, with no gearstick or ignition switch and various other novel idiosyncrasies, ‘straight off the plane’.  But I managed to work it out and we got to see the countryside between the airport and the city and quite a bit of the outer suburbs at our own pace.  Fortunately we had ‘Madam Butterfly’ with us (more of her later) else we could never have reached our hotel through the maze of one way streets.

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Fiction, Recollections & News

Now I am seventy

 On the occasion of an afternoon tea to mark this significant milestone...

 

When I was one, I was just begun;
When I was two, I was nearly new;
When I was Three, I was hardly me;
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But then I was sixty, and as clever as clever;
Wouldn't it be nice to stay sixty for ever and ever?

(With apologies to AA Milne)

 

Hang on!  Now I'm seventy?  How did that happen? 

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Opinions and Philosophy

Holden - The Demise of an Iconic Brand

 

I drive a Holden. 

It’s my second. The first was a shiny black Commodore.  A V6 Lumina edition.

I have owned well over a dozen cars and driven a lot more, in numerous countries, but these are my first from General Motors.

The new one is a white Calais Sportswagon and it's the best car I've ever owned.

Based on the German Opel, it has traction control conferring impeccable braking and steering and ample power and acceleration even with four adults and luggage.  Add to that: leather seats; climate control; head-up display; voice commands for entertainment, phone and so on; and it's a luxurious ride.

Yet I’m starting to think that I can put an end to any car brand, just by buying one.

Holden finally ceased manufacturing in Australia just after my present model rolled off the production line.

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