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Monday, 9 May 2016
Prince Harry's in the news again..
Why is it that so many beautiful young women laugh at his limp jokes, or go weak at the knees when he looks at them? Presumably it's because they all want to become a Princess, and want to bear his little Princes or Princesses.
Otherwise he's rather an ordinary bloke, the sort you'd meet at school and not really bother talking to.
He's not classically handsome, he looks a bit scruffy, and he's certainly not an intellectual; nor is he stupid. I seem to remember that he passed just enough exams to apply for a commission in the army. He's someone who 'scrapes by'.
But his eligibility is up there with the best. His gran' is Queen of England, he probably has an overflowing trust fund, and he associates himself with plenty of good causes; especially the Invictus Games.
Am I envious of him? Not at all. The poor guy is scrutinised wherever he goes; he can't even get pissed without the press splashing it all over the front pages. It isn't easy being born of lofty rank when your own country is full of jealous republicans.
I rather like Harry, he has some rebellion inside him. The press don't like him; they think he should work harder, get himself a wife, and settle down to a 9 to 5 lifestyle.
For me, however, Shakespeare got it 'almost' right, 'Good for Harry, England, and St George'. Yeah; he'll do.
We went with friends to the Scallop festival in Whitianga; a charming
seaside town in the Coromandal District.
Had a great time...5000 people, lots of wine...
3 years ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 44 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!