Australian writer of Montenegrin descent en route to a polyglot European port at the head of the Adriatic mid-2011 shipwrecks instead on the SE Asian Equator. 12, 36, 48…80, 90++ months passage out awaited. Scribble all the while. By some process stranger than fiction, a role as an interpreter of Islam develops; Buddhism & even Hinduism. (Long story.)
Thursday, November 8, 2018
Dyeing on the Job
Pompeo in the pic in Pyongyang fresh from a haircut and style on the plane jetting across. There was enough on top to comb over comfortably in this instance without the state-of-the-art glue and hidden threading whatnot of his Commander-in-Chief. The NK counterpart on the other hand appeared to have matched his colour with his favourite natty blue suit. Where Mike receives high marks too is for the canny dye—a foxy light ash that leaves some of the grey-white at the lower edges and the side-burns. (Pins and clasps deployed for the process.) Meanwhile, whatever critics might say of the political shenanigans here, the manipulation, trickery and hounding of opponents, the chief on the tropical island with pretensions to a Venetian inheritance does eschew colour. (The cut & styling might not be former First Lady of Malaysia, Rosmah Mansour’s $450 a go—which had included dyeing—but it was certainly accomplished.)
NB. A former federal opposition leader in Australia when he was found dead in a hotel room after a tryst with a call-girl attracted a headline in the Truth newspaper of the time: Billy Dies on the Job. Altogether a different kettle of fish.
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