High life

Like Murdoch, I'm an old man with an eye for beauty. But Wendi Deng? Seriously?

One good thing about being old is that one no longer holds back

14 June 2014

8:00 AM

14 June 2014

8:00 AM


A slight bump at 30,000 feet concentrates the mind, as the good Dr Johnson said about an appointment with the gallows. Halfway over the Atlantic and lost in a fantasy, I came back in a hurry as the plane shook and trembled; yet my first thought was to show off, pretend I hadn’t noticed, exhibit a kind of brazen indifference while my co-passengers nervously tightened their seat belts. It was only a bump, the nose dipped and then pulled up rather violently, and it lasted less than half a minute, hence my bravado. (I suspect the automatic pilot was the culprit.)

They say that when one is about to die, one’s life flashes before one. Not necessarily true. Although I’ve lived through cataclysmic times, I’ve always thought my life was rather uneventful. Once upon a time sport and the fair sex filled the bill, but the inner Taki also got his pleasure from Cole Porter, George Gershwin, Jo Stafford, Elvis, Wolfgang Amadeus, Ludwig van, Schumann, Puccini, Verdi, Wagner, Hopper, Rockwell, Degas, Tolstoy, Papa, Fitzgerald, O’Hara, Tommy Dorsey, Harry James, Fred and Ginger, Rockefeller Center, the Marine Corps, Patton, MacArthur, Rommel, Manteuffel, even Richard Nixon. Talk about middle-of-the-road stuff, I’ve never deviated from it. But tastes are always a changing, and I find myself always in the minority. Actually, I love it. Running with the pack I find humiliating, and I consider texting my precious time away a dress rehearsal for a visit to Hades. None of the above flashed through my mind, but the good news is it relieved the boredom of modern travel, if only for a minute.

Afterwards, while cruising comfortably, I thought of the great irony of life: fear of dying. Whereas it should afflict only the dashing young, it doesn’t; it’s the oldies that become obsessed with it. Yeats said that bodily decrepitude is wisdom. Much too easy, says the Greek sage. Ambition might be lessened, passion diminished, interests narrowed, but a creaky body does not a wise man make. On the contrary. It breeds fear of adventure. In Normandy last week, we honoured the dead, and rightly so because they were all young. Too much attention was given to those who survived, and no mention was made of the defenders, who were outnumbered and outgunned, but who died bravely for a lost cause because duty demanded it. One good thing about being old is that one no longer holds back. And why hold back? Unpopularity is the antithesis of political correctness.

It is said that no one asks to be born, but I say how disappointing it would be not to have been born at all. Looking back, I sometimes ask myself if my so-called golden youth was as magical as it seems 50 years on. Falling in love non-stop, which one did as a youth, now seems a bit dated, even unromantic. Yet the greatest con where love, sex and desire are concerned is the fiction that one does not suffer as much at 70 as one did at 18. In fact, the itch never goes away and nothing changes where matters of the heart are concerned.

What does change is the desire to control other people’s behaviour. Yet it’s only old men, people such as Cheney and that horror Madeleine Albright (yes, she’s a man underneath the make-up) and the rest of the ugly neocons who wage war. Looking at the line-up of our leaders in Normandy last weekend, only three stood out, three queens, those of Britain, Denmark and Holland. The new president of Ukraine looked straight out of central casting, Rico in Key Largo or Duke Mantee in The Petrified Forest. Better yet, Al Capone. Putin was exactly like the elephant in a small room that everyone tries to ignore. The joke is on them. And what jokesters these men are — the circus would have been far more appropriate than the beaches of Normandy. Hollande looked like a waiter in ’Allo ’Allo! He was priceless.

And speaking of jokes, at the last dinner party I attended in the Bagel, a very beautiful princess of the German persuasion said that Wendi Deng’s behaviour was unacceptable because she did what she did with Tony Blair in her husband’s house. I countered that it was the fault of Rupert Murdoch; he should have known he was marrying trouble. I am a Murdoch fan, but basically Rupert’s folly was due to old age. Where am I going with this? That’s an easy one. The biggest error an oldie can commit is to try to recapture his youth, especially where women are concerned. Rupert is neither the first nor the last to get it as wrong as he did. Oldies hate the modern world because they cannot envision it without them. I loathe it because it changed while I was still alive. The bump mid-Atlantic had an oxygenating effect but, as I already said, only briefly. Now it’s summertime, party time, and girls in their summer dresses time. It’s good to be alive, so, all you oldies out there, rejoice. Unless you have to pay alimony to Wendi Deng, life’s a peach. Yippee!

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  • elainedecoulos

    I was expecting a little more Greek philosophy on the Murdoch/Deng divorce Taki!

  • elainedecoulos

    Do the Chinese know anything about hubris? There’s no doubt that what Wendi wrote about Blair in ‘the note to herself’ was meant to be read. Whatever her tactic was, it backfired!

  • You’re only old once.

  • Jackthesmilingblack

    I`m struggling to understand the precise paranoia behind Theresa May`s obsession in limiting by income the number non-EU foreign born spouses of (largely) British men from joining them in UK thus to form a family unit. This is clearly a direct violation of the UN Charter of Human Rights. At first I had assumed that former UK governments such as “enemy of the people” New Labour had been rather too generous in granting citizenship. But we all know there was method in their madness. The downside of importing their own voters was allowing the spouses and extended families of unfashionable third worlders to relocate to UK, thus to immediately claim benefits.
    But then the penny dropped; non-EU foreign born spouses are frequently of a different race and culture. So could the long-term risk of subsumption of the UK branch of the Caucasian race be in the back of Mrs. May`s racist little mind?
    “If it`s good enough for Rupert …” Come on guys, we could all do with a bit of that action.
    Jack, Japan Alps

    • George Smiley

      When did Rupert Murdoch suddenly be granted British citizenship? News to us!

      • Jackthesmilingblack

        Every time you allege that I’m anything other than British you underscore your own illogical fantasy. Which makes you a madman at least 100 times over.
        Jack, the Japan Alps Brit

        • George Smiley

          Strange Internet troll from Japan who calls himself British simply because he likes the sound of it.

  • Jackthesmilingblack

    “She may have to lie about my age.”

  • ArchiePonsonby

    Wendi Deng? I would!

  • Bonkim

    Clever girl.

  • Kitty MLB

    Erm. Ladies need to keep an eye on those twinkly eyed silver
    foxes…. best to avoid standing like lonesome deers in a open field.

  • edlancey

    Taki obviously moves in exalted circles but I have to say, from down here Wendi Deng looks pretty fit to me.

  • Neville the Devil

    I’d love to Deng Dong, ring a ding ding