“Lost in Puppydom: Rory Dylan Stephen’s Puppydom” :THE ABDUCTION OF RORY DYLAN STEPHEN: AT THE PIANO BAR ON THE EASTERN & ORIENTAL EXPRESS

The Singapore Times Exclusive: THE ABDUCTION OF RORY DYLAN STEPHEN: AT THE PIANO BAR ON THE EASTERN & ORIENTAL EXPRESS

Bobby Jr. and I left our State Cabin and headed up to the Piano Bar which is a sumptuously decorated car with as could be expected a lady playing a piano!

The men were in their smoking jackets and the ladies dressed in expensive but demure outfits. Amira thought is best she remain in in Pulman Cabin as you know Madame Fong hated Malay women as her former husband headed into the sunset with a Malay woman. I say former husband as he died in a horrific eating accident. A mushroom omelet he apparently choked to death on but according to Bobby Jr. this reconciliation omelette prepared by Madame Fong was prepared with highly poisonous mushrooms!

Madame Fong was dressed to the nines in yet another vintage designer outfit looking a bit like a Carnaby Street girl from 1962.

She was joking with Sir Nicomshire tittering away like a Howler Monkey, but when he saw me enter the Piano Bar car he said to Madame Fong, “Sorry doll, Let’s talk later as Cuddlecakes is here. The real life of the party.”

And indeed all 50 guests applauded as I entered wearing the Singapore Westie of the Year sash.

Without being asked I hopped up on Sir Nicomshire’s lap without being prompted to do so. This brought a rather sly grin on Madame Fong’s mug as she slithered off to mingle with the other guests

 I recognized a few of them from Sir Nicomshire’s Singapore Westie of the Year party I attended. Mostly government types with the Singaporean People’s Action Party (PAP). Nicomshire was a well-known philanthropist and a contributor to the PAP coffers.

There was a Saudi prince, a North Korean diplomat, a couple of Russian oligarchs and a strange looking Caucasian guy looking like a Cambodian terrorist. I smelt an awfully suspicious looking couple and I saw a slight bulge by their shoulders and is that gunpowder I smelt on them?

Everyone had a rollicking time soaking up exotic cocktails except for that suspicious couple with that eau de gunpowder smell. They were drinking Budweiser beer.

What a wonderful assortment of nibbles were offered to the guests. I was not even sure what they were except for the sliders which I happily devoured.

The gentle tinkle of the dinner bell sounded and all of us trundled along to the two dining cars.