In a recent piece in Spectator World, Taki Theodorocopulous explains his brief encounter with the late Tom Sizemore and also reveals that he has hurt both his elbow and knee. Get well soon, Taki. Taki writes:
Otherwise, I’m back in plaster, elbow and knee gone. The last time I was encased was in 2016 and on my way to Coronis for some fun and games. Needless to say, I missed that particular shindig, having fallen out of my bedroom window — dead drunk and in magnificent style — and broken my right arm and left leg. I sent my Livanos hostess a picture and I was told that Pug’s members had a very cheap laugh over it. This time there was nothing ridiculous about it. While shadow boxing, I heard the right elbow snap and the left kneecap pop. The irony is how unromantic the injuries were. I was dead sober. It’s a far, far better thing to fall out of a window drunk and in a dinner jacket than to be put in plaster as a result of throwing kicks and punches at imaginary enemies à la Don Quixote.
Never mind, everything passes, and this will too. At least I hope so. Not for the first time, the cast that they put on my arm in hospital started to feel like a plaster python during the first night. It squeezed and squeezed and soon the pain became unbearable. I woke Alexandra up and told her this was a lefty plot by the doctors and nurses in the nearby hospital. She somehow managed to cut open the cast and suddenly everything felt wonderful, like being on a desert island, sex-starved and alone, and seeing a small boat arrive carrying an ethereal, half-naked Lily James. Bliss! But no Lily; instead the knee popped out again, throbbing, swollen and extremely painful to the touch. All I could think of that ghastly night was I’d take double the pain if I could at least have Lily. But there was no cigar. What I should do is move in with my buddy Jeremy, High and Low Life going down the tubes together.
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