I feel a great empathy with our Queen Consort, or whatever title they thought-up while killing stuff on one of Cliff Richard’s grouse moors, a great empathy indeed!
Camilla is apparently a big fan of Vaughan Williams’ pastoral works and his early sacred music; she also likes fags, gin and watching horses fuck.
Who born-of-woman has not held a strange fascination with Dobbin giving it some in the top field while smoking a Consulate and drinking neat gin? (That is you smoking, not Dobbin). Certainly not the urban metropolitan elite, but there’s the rub – our Queen Consort is a country gal, and she doesn’t give a flying one what you think of her in Stoke Newington.
Those are apparently narcissistic and psychopathic traits but I doubt she is a danger to society unless you find the Royal Family offensive leeches as opposed to the rather odd old institution they are.
Of course Camilla didn’t watch horses having intercourse on someone else’s land. No, she owned the horses and the land; indeed in her new role she probably owns lots more horses, most of Cornwall, swathes of London, bits of the godforsaken North and various castles. And all for being a better shag than Diana!
Yes, the nub of King Chas’s infidelity and breakdown of the most infamous marriage in history comes down to that… Di probably wanted to be ‘made love to’ with Duran Duran on in the background and soft candlelight (or maybe Luther Vandross and a joss stick) whilst Camilla would go at it like the Flying Scotsman in a barn, a field, the back of a range rover or a palace privy.
Did Shakespeare not talk of ‘country matters?’ Camilla knows….and she has triumphed.
