If a name means anything then I’ve met and drank with some of
the most famous and infamous persons in the world.
In India anything is possible as the bizarre is just another day.
At a bar in South India with pictures on
the wall of Clint Eastwood in ‘A fistful of dollars’ I sat watching the cricket.
At one point I asked the young barman his name.
The young man without a glint of a smile
‘My name is Joseph Stalin, and I’m studying economics’.
The fact his name was Stalin was bad enough but The real kicker was that he was studying
If life is not absurd then I’ll eat my Lonely Planet.
In India I have met Agatha Christie
and lived with Ashoka and got drunk with
Eric Newby’s taxi driver the amazing General Singh.
And we pompous Europeans take ourselves so seriously, the joke friends is on us.