February 10th, 2009

manning: uberbitch

The Matter of the Missing Bulgarians

One of my favourite games to play on my walk to work is "Spot the Sleazy Diplomat". You see, Imperial College has been fortuitously situated next to the Natural History Museum, the Science Museum and the Victoria & Albert Museum, all of which offer free admission and impressive collections. It is also less fortuitously situated in the midst of some of the embassies of the most corrupt regimes on the planet. If you don't believe me, check out this list and note which addresses appear on either Queens Gate or near Gloucester Road.

Nearly every morning I witness a group of men in expensive suits, dripping rings and cigars (yes, at 8:30 AM), tumbling out of a BMW and stinking of cologne, with faint undertones of last night's booze. I watch them straighten their jackets, push each other on the shoulders and eye up a few yummy mummies. Then I wait to see which embassy they'll enter. Bangladesh wins a lot. So does Thailand. One building that I would like to see anyone enter at all is the Bulgarian embassy. Has anyone actually met a Bulgarian diplomat in London? Or, for that matter, a Bulgarian? Yeah, I didn't think so.