Monday

Well as many of you may know, I've had a varied career and a new phase started yesterday, bon voyage, tally ho, all aboard the skylark and off we go!
In my early days as a Diplomat, I had many adventures, in many parts of the world, my experiences in the embassy in Niristan as attache to Sir Arthur Fang, would account for a small volume just on it's own. Sir Arthur was a little eccentric, to say the least and was apt to to go native. He once in a forlorn attempt to curried favor with a particularly stubborn member of the Niristani land agency, dressed as a erotic female dancer and having managed to gain entrance to the said gentleman's home, waited until he retired for the night and  proceeded to shake and shimmy erotically at the foot of his bed. Sir Arthur was surprisingly lithe for a middle aged representative of her majesties government and apparently excited the old boy so much that he had a heart attack and popped his clogs! Sir Arthur suddenly realising that the object of his gyrations looked very unwell and having a morbid fear of any kind of death, panicked and in his frantic attempt to leave as quickly as possible, tripped over the hem of his costume banged his head on a rather solid chair and knocked himself unconscious! Imagine then the scene the following morning when the butler opened the bedchamber to wake his master, to find a rather grouchy and groggy Sir Arthur, slumped against a chair dressed in a belly dancers outfit and his employer stone cold in his bed with a grin on his face and an erection which as yet had not deflated!
Well the whole incident was covered up and of course diplomatic immunity came in handy. fortunately no member of the ruling Niristani Government wished to report the whole sorry affair, otherwise it could have been a recall for Sir Arthur and curtains for his career and quite possibly mine.
A polite gap had gone by before I had the nerve to ask Sir Arthur why he did it. He snorted in that way of his, sat down, lit a cigar and taking a drink from the almost permanent glass of whisky, that was always by his side, said.
Sometimes you have to be bold and do the unexpected, I had it on good authority that he liked a bit of the old erotic gyration, don't you know, imagine his surprise when next we met to discuss that dam land purchase we required and I casually slipped into the conversation my knowledge of his late night entertainment, well I'm sure I do not need to draw you a picture, my boy, deal done, I think!
I learnt a lot from Sir Arthur.