Talking of Ghastly Diplomatic Moments, the dismal fate of British diplomat James Hudson prompted this magnificent sentence:

his starring role opposite and under two local hookers brought an end to his tour of booty . . . er, duty: one portly bespectacled chap from Whitehall with his dressing gown hanging open quaffing champagne with a pair of Urals slappers going through the motions with all the flair of the mechanical hare at an East End greyhound track.

And then on to a lively account of the whole series of ghastly moments involving a rather too inscrutable (and indeed often inscrotable) Chinese stage personality which came the way of French diplomat Bernard Boursicot, making him really famous for all the wrong reasons.

Who else but ..?

By the way, I am unimpressed with the response to my request for examples of such moments.

Please try harder, diplomatic readers (or even better those of you who have been helpless better victims of DGMs, as they henceforth will be called here).