Thursday, 23 March 2006

Pole-dancing on the Hooghly

'Twas the weekend. One was shooting the breeze, via Gtalk, with a certain popular bureaucrat.

Ahem, he says, looking at his watch (how did we know? his tone said so. he's an eloquent chap, this gent), parting is such sweet sorrow, but one has Social Obligations.

Ah, we nod, thinking to ourself that it must be one of those sophisticated soiree things we never get invited to.

Now, the truth is out.

J.A.P., we hear, has been spreading sweetness and light and generally stepping high, wide and plentiful.