By Taki Theodoracopulos
As far as I’m concerned, the less said about the goings-on in Beijing After a non-stop six weeks on a sailing boat, it's nice to be back on terra firma, especially when that terra is high above sea level, as in Gstaad. Mind you, the only way to get rid of one's sea legs is to continue partying, as in the John Sutin party for animal welfare and his birthday, not necessarily in that order. If Faust was willing to sell his soul to Satan for knowledge (as well as Gretchen) I am more than happy to make a pact with the Devil to purchase the Sutin chalets, as long as I don't have to pay for them. Yes, there are two of them, separated by a wide green field long enough for Englishmen to play cricket on but not - in this case - to commit unnatural acts. For any of you GstaadLife readers not familiar with Englishmen, their idea of being forced to commit an unnatural act is to pay the bill. Which they did not have to do on John Sutin's birthday because he is by far the most generous man in Gstaad, so generous in fact, English people are thinking of making him King of England once the old Queen meets her maker. (Charles is stingy and is always asking for money for his charities from nouveau riche Americans, Arabs and now Russkies.)
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