For Lord Berners, composer, writer and artist, life at Faringdon was never without incident, much of it derived from the highly imaginative, if not at times wild, mind of the youthful Robert Heber-Percy.
|Lord Berners at work at his easel|
Sadly, as yet, we have no such 'Mad Boy' to amuse, delight and entertain us as we alternate between our Brighton 'rooms' and the fin de siecle apartment which is our home in Budapest.
|Robert Heber-Percy as painted by Lord Berners|
Yesterday, at the hairdresser, András V was sporting a Michael Jackson tee shirt in shades of purple, red and grey. Not a happy combination, or so it seemed to us, but then any absence of sartorial elegance is more than made up for by a lively intelligence matched with a great sense of fun. Ever an optimist, he is in search of the perfect partner with whom to share his carefree life. That the criteria by which he judges potential 'candidates' is beyond all human endeavour is something of which neither of us makes mention. Whatever, he will come to supper on Wednesday of next week.
On the way home we spotted Vilmos K, the younger son of our dentist neighbour. Since his return from America [doing what?] he appears more Goth-like than before. Dressed from head to foot in sombre, no funereal, black but without the flashes of silver associated with much body piercing, he cuts a somewhat startling figure. Something of a contrast to his pleasant, bourgeois parents.
Regrettably, neither András nor Vilmos owns a horse so each must, therefore, be disqualified as a potential 'Mad Boy'. The search continues....