|One’s majestic invitation|
One is acutely embarrassed for had one not promised One’s Blogistas no more on *The Royal Wedding*? Then one’s principles go out the open window in the West Wing of one’s Castle for one receives unexpectedly one’s invitation to the Great Event which will cheer up Britannia and make it feel at ease with itself. When one has been subjected to the *Royal Magic* what is one to do?
With one being a republican with both a big and a small R the Celtic Sage is hardly an admirer of The British Crown. How could one be given their history in Ireland and one’s belief that it is the people who are sovereign – One believes in being a citizen, one is not a subject?
Indeed one is also aware that the term “British” is somewhat of a misnomer. For the Britons were a Celtic people and one resents that strange union of two Low German Tribes, the Anglo-Saxons, expropriating the term used by Queen Boadicea and other true Britons to legitimise their Germanic hegemony. However they did give England its name, its language, its boundaries and its character so one must not be too intolerant – that in itself would be Germanic! But since poor King Harold bit ye Hastings dust in 1066 there have been no English Sovereign’s of England. There have been Norman French, Plantagenet French, Welsh Tudors, Scottish Stuarts, Dutch Orange Nassau’s and lastly German Hanover’s who have today (with only partial success) rebadged themselves as Windsor’s after toying for a while under Victoria with the snappy Saxe-Coburg Gotha!
|One’s son (say no more!) and grandson|
So now one is left with important choices between now and the Great Event on the 29th April. One perforce must accept for one is commanded! But after that what is one to wear, Uniform, Morning Coat or Lounge Suit? If one chooses uniform is one to wear Kilt, Military, Boy Scout or Nurse? What does one give as a present? Diego Garcia has already been given to the Yankee Colonists despite their disloyalty to Farmer George, the Punjab is just not the same after partition and Ireland has already been given to the IMF and the European Central Bank? The invitation is also not just for one’s self but also for one’s Consort. But does one bring one’s Official Consort or one’s unofficial Consort? Tricky one this, one must take advice from an expert like HRH Prince Andrew who is presently reconnecting with the people of this United Kingdom after losing his Air Miles Card.
No doubt one will be pressurised to share the base cynicism of the vulgar press about the Royal Guffitis between now and Friday April 29th as the Royal Propaganda machine and its fellow travellers gets into “God Bless you Ma’am “mode with every inconsequential detail puffed up for posterity. No doubt the low point for one will be when the leaders of the ConDem Coalition Dave “Common Man” Cameron and Nick Clog take time off from Nation Breaking to jointly broadcast that they are sharing “The Joy of the Nation!” However now one has an invitation one will have no truck with such proletarian rabble who should be transported to the colonies without delay for one is now different. One is invited!
One’s chance meeting with Wills and Kate at Marylebone Station
|One’s future Head of the Firm and Consort|
Indeed speaking of the aforementioned Republic of Éire one is gratified that her Britannic Majesty is visiting that benighted Isle with its equally benighted people, the first visit by the head of the firm in 100 years. Indeed one is confident Her Majesty will ignore the Little Leprechaun carping of a person with a beard (never a good sign) called Gaddafi Adams who meanly whines;
“There are still a lot of legacy issues that need to be resolved. I don’t think this is the right time for the English queen to come here. I don’t think we can afford it, apart from anything else. As we continue to build a new dispensation, then all of those things are possible, but not now.”
|Gaddafi Adams leader of the group renamed
“Gerry and the Peacemakers.” Note the dreadful beard,
one should never have one unless one is in the Navy.
Indeed one suspects with Gaddafi Adams timing is everything. A time to kill, a time to live, a time to bomb, a time to vote, a time to be a Fascist, a time to be a Democrat, a time for an Armalite, a time for the ballot box, a time for War, a time for Peace. One would not be surprised if the Provisional Shinners had as one’s slogan for the unwashed masses “One’s time is come.”
But truly one does not care for truly one is invited. One is most gratified!
See the story of the “Great Day.”
|One’s ancestor Queen Victoria visiting the Celts|