[Nowadays on weekends, I just want to blog and binge. I don’t blog on weekdays because I don’t have the energy or patience to think through my thoughts. But once I start blogging on Saturday, I can’t seem to stop. The awakened mind, fuelled by the non-stopping binging, conjures up all kinds of thoughts. After much griping and sweet talking on this blog yesterday, I thought I was done for the week. But here I am again, blogging about men in kilts]
MP Irene Ng finally walked down the aisle yesterday with her Scottish lover Graham Berry. The bride was elegant in her kebaya-inspired gown and the groom was dressed in, what else, but his kilt. The groom’s 36-year-old son from an earlier marriage was also dressed in kilt. I must say men in kilts look sexy. They make you wonder what’s underneath those pleated tartan skirts ….
My apologies to Irene Ng for being disrespectful and lustful towards her new hubby and son.
What I really want to blog about was her whirlwind romance with Graham Berry. The couple met when she was on a three-month attachment at the University of Edinburgh. He asked her out for lunch, purportedly to discuss collaborations in the arts between Scotland and Singapore. But it turned out to be a ruse, of course. Love blossomed in just three months and he popped the question just before she returned to Singapore.
On paper, they sound like an odd couple. He is a 62-year-old widower with two adult children and two grandchildren. She is 43, single and a politician. But in picture, they look so blissfully in love. In her own words, Graham was like a father, a lover and a good friend all rolled into one. I think that’s what many women want in a man. They’re looking for a partner who will pamper them like the way Daddy does, a partner who is strong like Superman in times of trouble, and a partner who coos and woos and does acrobatic stunts in bed. Such a man is hard to come by, especially in Singapore. I don’t mean they are a rare species here, but they have already been taken.
So perhaps I should do some serious strategizing for my upcoming trip to London in September. I’ll be there for a week to attend a course on Government and Media. Maybe someone will ask me out on the pretext of discussing bilateral cooperation. But I’m not sure if I will accept the invitation. It seems a bit risky to go out with someone I hardly know in a city that’s famous for Jack the Ripper. Maybe I will drag Little Boss along and let him do the talking. But if the man turns up in kilt, I will send Little Boss off to watch Merchant of Venice on his own.
