The Swaling, Part Twenty Six
The first rule of diplomacy is to be nice to everybody all of the time, especially at Singapore’s social event of the season, the British High Commissioner’s annual bash. Even when cornered by North Korea’s [more…]
The first rule of diplomacy is to be nice to everybody all of the time, especially at Singapore’s social event of the season, the British High Commissioner’s annual bash. Even when cornered by North Korea’s [more…]
Ordinarily, the High Commissioner’s residence looks like a two-tiered colonial wedding cake, all Wedgwood coloured walls and white embellishments. Especially so when seen by moon and burning torch light during the British Mission’s much anticipated [more…]
Singapore being a Commonwealth country the British Embassy was really a High Commission and the Ambassador, a High Commissioner. Since both high commissioners and ambassadors are addressed as ‘Your Excellency’, myself, my wife Nicole and [more…]
Singapore. Forward Singapore! Everybody’s favourite piece of squashed diamond real estate, 31 miles by 17 miles, lies fashionably 200 miles south-east of Kuala Lumpur and 70 north of Sumatra. Here Malays, Chinese, South Asians, and [more…]
By the time I’d returned to my room, paddling up the dripping steps, Emile had curled up on her end of my bed and had fallen asleep. Wept herself to sleep even, after overhearing me [more…]
Our night of espionage, from my modest accommodations near to the notorious wall at Tangiers docks, had been cancelled. A much reduced number of comings and goings would pass unnoticed. The Gods of weather were [more…]
Myself and my duplicitous American colleague, Tammy, are in Tangiers. Becoming a familiar sight about the port, we are starting to attract the attention of a Tangier set. A semi-anonymous caller, passing as a ‘Mr [more…]
I’m on the rooftop of my cheap hotel in Tangiers. I have escorted the duplicitous Miss Tammy back to the luxurious Royal Maroc, after another night photographing the notorious comings and goings at the Port [more…]
And that was our routine. For the following nights, I would collect Tammy from the Royal Maroc, just after dark, take her to my establishment and pay her in. The night would be spent on [more…]
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