Sunday, December 15, 2019


One of the trips I had when I was 'poodle faking' for my minister was to Thailand where we were afforded 'Guest of Government' status.    On the second night there were we entertained at a State Dinner by King Bhumibol and Queen Sirikit at the Royal Palace.    It was a glittering occasion; first (and only) time I have eaten off gold plate although I can report the food tasted the same.

We sat in a huge horseshoe configuration with a raised stage down the centre and during the evening we were entertained by dance performed by young ladies from the 'Thai Cultural Ensemble'.   Spectacular.

When we got back to the Dusit Thani Hotel I saw the minister back to his room.   Back in my room the phone rang.   It was the Thai Protocol Officer, a certain Brigadier-General Somchai.     The phone call went something like this ... cough, cough, a delicate matter, do you think the minister would like to be further entertained in his suite by a couple of the ladies from the Thai Cultural Ensemble and, if so, which ones?    

To my everlasting discredit I said 'No' ... a better answer might have been 'Yes ... and the room number is (my room).    Happy daze.   


pdm said...

You could not have admitted in this post even if you had given your room number as per the last para Vet.

Mrs Vet would have your guts for garters as the saying goes - or used to go.

Anonymous said...

Thanks for an interesting post.