Foxcroft soldiers on despite bad belly
THE first stragglers are just arriving back from the bacchanalia that was the White Knights revelry in Russia and all stations to Tashkent.
While we still await news of organiser Ted Marr - our friend Boris (ex-KGB) is on the case - stories of other celebrants, such as Steve Foxcroft, are reaching this desk.
Making a change from the Ruritarian dress code that was the norm for the two balls, Foxcroft got himself fitted out in a bespoke Russian Army officer's uniform. He happened to be wearing it when he got off a train at one of the Moscow stations, where a batch of young soldiers were standing by on the same platform that he alighted.
Not surprisingly, as soon as they saw Foxcroft approach in suitable military gait they all quickly fell into smart formation and started saluting him.
To his credit, we are told, Foxcroft not only played the part of officer to perfection, but also managed to reprimand one or two of them for their sloppy bearing without resorting to using a word of Russian.
It was Foxcroft again who was the centre of attraction when the Hongkong contingent visited the Moscow State Circus and he was ''volunteered'' to go into the ring and help the clowns.
But, even as some of the other insensitive souls were braying for him to join the lions in their act, he made his escape.
We understand that when Foxcroft, together with Virgina Reading and Peter and Stephanie De Kantzow, left the Bolshevik delights of Moscow and headed on a tour of Tashkent, Bukhara and Samarkand, they had problems with a bug - the tummy variety, not the listening device.
''We don't know how we got it, but it was terrible,'' said Foxcroft. ''We were knocked out.'' But, not wanting to lose out on anything, they evidently kept, er . . . going.