Well, Natasha Pray has this to be thankful for, at least

Greenwich’s official curmudgeon, Bill Clark, weighs in on Natasha “Tina” Pray. I don’t know, Bill, but I’d say she dodged a bullet here.

When your scribe first knew Tina back in her younger days, when she and her mother were running Amfit, he and she always hit it off well together. She was fun to be around, easy on the eyes, and seemed to be a reasonably squared-away young lady. But things never “clicked” between us. Looking back, your scribe is unsure whether to be sad or glad of that fact. Perhaps, let’s say, a little of both. Sad, because both our lives might have moved in different directions from the ones they took instead, and perhaps Tina would not be in such a pickle right now. Glad, because if these are her true colors shining through in today’s headlines, it would not have been a happy relationship.


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21 responses to “Well, Natasha Pray has this to be thankful for, at least

  1. Anonymous

    It’s one thing to upbraid Ms. Pray for the life she’s led and the things she’s done and said. This blogs tends to go too far in shaming certain Greenwich gals for their mate’s or dad’s mis-deeds.

    But this unspeakable public humiliation, for details that are only in Mr. Clark’s head, and nobody else’s, is too unfair to publish or repeat.

    But as gossip, well that’s as juicy as it gets.

  2. Punctuation Maven

    What a difference a little comma makes:

    I don’t know, Bill, but I’d say she dodged a bullet here.

    I don’t know Bill, but I’d say she dodged a bullet here.

    Do you know Bill?

    Do you know, Bill?

  3. Cos Cobber

    CF, are you Bill Clark’s only reader?

  4. XYount

    Not anymore.

  5. Peeps

    As a person long removed from the Greenwich social scene, I can say that about 20 years or so ago I knew both Ms Pray and Bill. What I can imagine happened during this time was that Ms Pray, in those days was well-mannered and classy, at least in public, as I never knew her as anything but perfect. She always looked like the typical angel you’d stick on top of a Christmas tree. She also was very polite, even to someone like me, who was just a social scene hanger-on-er – always on the periphery. A wanna-be, you might say. Still, Ms Pray was always kind to me, and I imagine that she also was to Mr Clark, and he may have just taken her then-warm manners in the wrong way.

    I also don’t really like the attitude that Mr Clark seems to be showing in his writing, kind of in a “tsk-tsk” kind of way. Because I feel badly for the problems that I think a boozy life might have brought to Ms Pray, albeit the fine wine-type of booze, Mr Clark could also be reminded that he also was once plastered in local newspaper articles in an unflattering way, and I’m sure he believes he deserves understanding and his alleged past transgressions forgotten or overlooked.

    Ms Pray was not always like this, or I doubt Atty Fisher would have taken her seriously enough to have married her, and the bloggers who think this could never happen to them may just have the luck of great alcoholism-resistant genes or just haven’t lived long enough to see that it will happen to them sometime down the road.

    Back when I knew her, I appreciate that Ms Pray was friendly to me even though I was in the Greenwich social scene bush league, and think that it may be that same friendliness that may have led Mr Clark to misunderstand his “chances” with her.

    And just because Ron Howard smiles at people in the coffee shop, it doesn’t mean he’s interested, either.

  6. Peeps

    I meant to write, “Atty Grayson” not Fisher. Mixed up my Pray girls.

    Since you seem newer to the town, I think you missed meeting Lily, she was the most fun – Often out dancing and was socially inclusive to her father’s employees. I don’t mean this in an unkind way, but I remember dancing with her and their family’s landscaper, I think his name was Miran, and he was included in her groups of friends with no class separation apparent. She was wonderful fun to be around.

  7. *Sigh*

    Chris, I thought we were friends. Apparently not.

    Natasha – the mother – and I got on well together. As did Tina and I, at one point. And Malcolm, too, for that matter. Of course, they were all getting along well with each other in those happier days, too.

    I happen to think that Tina took a serious wrong turn in her life. Not sure when or how, but she used to be a reasonably nice young woman, as several of your readers have commented. My advice to her to turn over a new leaf came from the heart.

    Your abuse of me is uncalled-for, Chris. I am not “Greenwich’s official curmudgeon” – perhaps you are projecting here? And your own comment of yesterday to Tina about “help is on the way” –
    “a crackpot scientist has come up with a way to get drunk without harmful side effects,” is the link you provided – is truly shameful.

    Several people have commented (favorably) on my concern for Tina, and have added new details to a messy situation which has been common knowledge around Town for several years – which details I do not plan to use in my blog.

    I pride myself on my accuracy and fairness. As you yourself should know, these factors do not always make for a cordial reception in this Town, where “truth” is malleable and “image” rules.

    Will you even publish this? I wonder.

    • christopherfountain

      Hey Bill – she’d have been worse off ending up with me. And if you don’t want the title, I’ll be glad to be the official curmudgeon. I think it comes with a special badge and a cape.

  8. Nothing necessarily negative about being a curmudgeon. My kids call me that from time to time and my grandkids have been known to call me “Grumpy Gramps.”

    A special badge and a cape? Sign me up!

  9. Chimney

    Bill (your scribe, dear reader) Clark: “fairness and accuracy”- that’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard!

  10. Greenwich Gal

    Oh, calm down, Bill. Live by the sword and die by the sword. You can sure dish it out – the gossip – surely you can take a little of your own medicine, n’est-ce pas? I mean, weren’t you the recipient of a restraining order a while back?
    You should take a cue from our own CF, who takes all sorts of abuse, usually much more venal than being called a “curmudgeon”, and he generally takes it all in a good spirit.

  11. dogwalker

    Good thing this discussion is not taking place at The Ginger Man!

  12. pulled up in OG

    . . . or the library.

  13. kidding really!!

    Dogwalker nails it here.

  14. The Duke of Deceptiom

    Don’t, know, Bill, Clark, but perhaps he would accept this title: Thin Skinned Official Curmudgeon.

  15. Walt

    Dude –
    Need to weigh in with my horse sense. I don’t know this Bill Clark, but anyone who refers to themself as “your scribe” is lower on the literary food scale than you. If that is possible.
    And Greenwich Girl talks of all the abuse you take, in good spirits. Where, your pundit asks? WE take the abuse!! WE read the crap you post. At least I do. I think you make the 2 other people who come here up under a pen name.
    Anyway, tell your scribe to go to the Ginger Bread House, have a drink, and pull that bug out of his ass.
    Your Pal,

  16. Jane

    As sad a sack as she seems right now, much of this she brought on herself. It is hard to tread lightly here.

  17. GideonFountain

    Punctuation Maven, consider this fine example of the importance of the comma: (Sung to the tune of..er…some tune)

    She had pimples on her, BUT she was nice. She had pimples on her, BUT she was pretty….

  18. Greenwich Gal

    Or consider the other puctuation alternatives.
    “She had pimples on her but(t). She was nice.”
    My God, I do need to get a life here and get off this blog! But I can’t help myself…where else can one dish about alcoholic, art stealing, insurance frauding socialites and punctuation all in the same column?

  19. GideonFountain

    Good point, “Greenwich Gal”! And yes, in truth, the old “pimples on her but” joke is really a play on spelling, NOT punctuation.
    Interestingly, the same word-play cannot be made for the masculine possessive pronoun, viz. “He had pimples on HIM but….” or “He had pimples on his but…”. In neither case will the joke work. Odd thing, this English language.