Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Up the creek, or down the spout?
As my thoughts turn to the green sward of home, I find myself increasingly worried about my future king and the right royal cock-up he seems to be making of his wedding plans to the leathery Parker Bowles.
Speaking of whom, I have just heard a marvelous story about Camilla PB:
Apparently, soon after the news broke of the Bowles/Wales affaire, and tears for the sainted Diana not yet dry on English loam, it seems that CPB was actually chased from her local supermarket by angry bread-tossing patriots, furious at her part in breaking up the fairy tale union ... isn't that hilarious?And isn't that stamp graphic too kitsch for words? I keep forgetting that we Brits can hold our own in any bad taste stakes.
- The legality of the wedding in question
- The 'torture' of poor Chazzah
- HRH Mummy not on side - including the magnificent line about "gratification before duty", which I am *determined* to use as a title for one of my blog posts.
Not sure how but it's too good to let lie fallow.
Addendum: 0300hrs, Thurs March 3rd.
Did I say down the spout?
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