It may have escaped your notice so far, but the more observant reader may have seen that I hold very strong views on a number of subjects, including the very existence of the British royal family – and now there are more to feed!
If you saw the opening ceremony of the London 2012 Olympic Games you can’t have missed that HM The Queen looked, whenever she appeared on TV, to have wondered who had just farted. She’s supposed to be our Head of State, so should have shown a bit of enthusiasm, I’d’ve thought.
As for the rest of the “Royal Family” – Andrew, the Wessexes, and all the others – away with them, put them into Council flats, make them earn an honest living and stop draining the meagre resources that Britain has – get rid of the lot. (See Sue Townend’s book The Queen and I.) Liz and Phil-the-Greek could probably be accommodated in a Rest Home, if the Tory government hasn’t ‘saved money’ by selling them all off to rich property magnates to redevelop.
So I make no apology for publishing here the ‘scandalous’ pictures of Harry and Kate that were banned elsewhere. If you’re a royalist, don’t bother to look. Otherwise, enjoy (if that’s the right word).
The trouble I can foresee in replacing the Monarchy is that the Republics of the World seem even worse (e.g. the USA); their Presidents come from the same group of people who currently form awful Governments; maybe a Benevolent Dictatorship could be a solution. I wish I knew.
And The SUN said:
“Look at the Prince! Look at the the Prince! Look at the Prince, the Prince, the Prince!
The Prince is in the altogether
But altogether the altogether
He’s altogether as naked as the day that he was born.
The Prince is in the altogether
But altogether the altogether
It’s altogether the very least the Prince has ever worn.”
With apologies to Danny Kaye
And Brian Sewell said on Radio Four:
Oh that’s sweet, that’s so coy, and it’s a beautiful example of contra-posture, of rhythm running through the body, the thrust of the hips and then down the relaxed leg. It’s a classical image. It’s like Love Locked Out, that famous Victorian picture, it’s perfect Victoriana... There’s something about the turn of the head, the lost profile, that makes it very touching.
With thanks to Private Eye’s Pseuds Corner
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¡Viva la República Británica!
Or if you prefer,
Let Everyone Be Upstanding for the National Anthem!
The Paparazzi have been at it again, and this time it involves
Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge, Princess of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland
(Catherine Elizabeth “Kate”, née Middleton; born 9th January 1982),
the wife of Prince William, Duke of Cambridge, and a member of the British Royal Family.
The Duke of Cambridge is second in line to the thrones of sixteen Commonwealth realms
and, should he eventually ascend to them, she would automatically become Queen Consort.
Catherine grew up in Chapel Row at Bucklebury, a village near Newbury, Berkshire, England.
She studied in Scotland at the University of St Andrews, where she met the then Prince William of Wales in 2001.
Their engagement was announced on 16th November 2010, and Middleton attended many high-profile royal events
before they married on 29th April 2011 at Westminster Abbey.
Catherine has created a major impact upon British fashion which has been termed the “Kate Middleton effect”,
and in 2012, she was selected as one of The 100 Most Influential People in the World by Time Magazine.
And remember that she chose to join the family of state scroungers,
with all that involves (paparazzi included, as her mother-in-law showed).
Remember too the nurse, Jacintha Saldanha, who killed herself after an embarrassing hoax that wouldn’t have happened if we had no ‘royal family’.
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