Happy Birthday, Charlie!

There are a few things that myself and The Blokey disagree on.  We  bicker about how dead a language Welsh is, and I tend to bite my tongue when he spends oodles of money on eBay buying a second-hand thingy for the car, and yet moans about spending £20 over-the-odds for tickets to see a band I couldn’t possibly die without seeing. 

We also disagree on the usefulness of the Royal Family.

I like having a Royal Family.  Despite the fact that they’re not thoroughbred English folk (let alone Scottish, Welsh or even a little bit Irish) I love them.  I do. 

I am proud to admit that.

Don’t misread this.  It doesn’t mean that I agree with some of the things they do (namely hunting) but I can forgive them their indiscretions because they belong to another world.  The world they belong to is rich and frivolous, full of Champagne glasses and yachts and posh frocks.  They don’t know what it means to have to scrimp and save in order to pay the gas bill or buy that new PS3 game.

But they do have feelings, and I admire them for the fact that they put up with such intrusive behaviour from the public (who simply hide behind the skirts of the media and then cry, “swines!” when the media goes just a tad too far) and are available for work every single day of the year (even Christmas, when surely they’d rather be lounging around in their jimmies at home than posing for the press in Norfolk.)  They can’t just pop to the shops for a pint of milk, or bugger off for the day without telling anyone where they’ve gone.  They’re not even allowed to do their jobs properly …

I particularly like Charles.  I truly believe that his marriage to Camilla was much more of a fairy-tale than his tragically ridiculous marriage to Diana, Princess of Wanting Attention, who made Charles out to be a bastard even though he was as wronged as she was, perhaps more so.  I like his ability to be outspoken, the twinkle in his eye when he smiles and his views on crass architecture.  One day I would like him to be king; I think he’ll make a fine monarch (although not as fine as Henry VIII, as played by Jonathan Rhys Meyers in The Tudors *drool*.)

I do stand by the belief that to rid this country of the Royal Family would be scandalous.  They are our history and they should be our future [I sound like a song], although perhaps slightly less idolised and slightly more down to earth than they currently are. 

And thus, I would like to take this opportunity to wish Prince Charles a very happy sixtieth birthday. 


I hope he got some lovely presents. 

please God bless our royal family, without whom the newspapers would be dull and boring xxx Elsabeth