quite a good non-judgemental piece.
He mentions Lord Brocket who I met at the races in Sydney once-or so I thought. This one turned out to be an imposter and left a trail of debts owed to the few colonials left, who are impressed by a title !
Which reminds me also of another episode concerning the late Marquess of Bristol who I had met a couple of times in London who was almost an Oscar Wilde type character.
He had done a couple of years in Pentonville for drugs-he was a hopeless addict and had gone through several million pounds by the time he died at 44.
I ran into him walking down Sydney's Oxford Street on his way to a gay pub called the Albury. A very pleasant man with impeccable manners-he said he needed a few drinks as he was to apear in the local magistrates court the following day for having lied on his tourist visa application.
I promised to turn up for support and duly did along with half a dozen others.
When the prosecutor stated the good Marquis had lied about his previous convictions and jail sentence on his entry form-the magistrate asked him if this was true and why had he not mentioned it.
Just like Peter Finch in "The Green Carnation" -Johnny as he was known, rose to his full height in the dock and said..
"but I thought a criminal record was a requirement for entry into Australia !"
As I and several others (including court officials and the prosecuor)clutched our stomachs and tried to prevent fits of laughter-the poor Marquis was led down to the cells and placed on a plane the next day back to Blighty.
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