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Saga of a woman old enough to know better who lets her life be governed by the ridiculous hobby of breeding and showing dogs, musing on life, the twenty first century, Cameron and his mini-me, and the occasional sheep.
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Friday, February 11, 2005

WEDDING BELLS 

So Charles is marrying Camilla. The Vox Pops are roaring everywhere and the C of E, forgetting that it was created for the purpose of facilitating royal divorces and remarriages, is in turmoil.

Charles presents the public with an uneasy mixture of the obligatory Good Works (the Prince`s Trust), a sleazy personal life, and a tendency to sudden strange pronouncements on matters outwith his experience. Not much of a role model. But historically, British monarchs have never provided moral models. Apart from the present Queen, who, like the girl in the Dylan song "never stumbles - she`s got no place to fall", her parents who provided an excellent example to all during the war, and of course Victoria, most of the British monarchs have been a rum and dissolute lot, often jeered at by the public (and on occasion beheaded.) I think the idea of venerating the monarch really developed with Victoria, and it lasted until the last decade of the last century. What destroyed it was the disappearance of the discretion of the press. The Royal family now has to face living in a permanent reality show. They don`t do it too well.

The presence of the Royal Whore - should that nowadays be "Royal Ho?" -is traditional - the earliest I can think of is King Harold`s (the guy who lost at Hastings in 1066), and I seem to remember she was known as Swan Neck though I can`t remember her real name. And everyone has heard of Nell Gwynne. There must have been hundreds over the centuries.

Marrying her is less traditional, however. It`s always the big gamble for these lasses - "will I get to be Queen?" Wallis Simpson lost, Camilla has won.

But maybe she should remember the wise saying:

"The man who marries his mistress is advertising a job vacancy"
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