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Thus ended the nation’s airport hygiene crisis.
Instead, she has made Being Impossible her brand.
“She is about to embark on a china-mending course. Her goldfish Battersea, which is cosseted between plastic weeds from Harrods is a perennial conversation piece.”
No royal since has had his or her mystique left so thoroughly intact. Is there anything we don’t know about Prince Charles, including his desire to return to this life as a Tampax?
No one could really envy those royal picnics in the rain at Balmoral, those disaffected corgis, those drafty evenings working on enormous jigsaw puzzles or playing tiddlywinks after a brisk day slaughtering wildlife.
As every woman knows, playing the game is so much easier when you’re holding an ace in the hole.
You have to hand it to Camilla that she always knew how to stage her sexual reprisals. Or, as a male friend remarked, “Only Camilla Parker Bowles could find a way to reheat a soufflé.”
FOR A MAN WHOSE SPIRITUAL AGE has always been somewhere north of sixty-five, it was difficult to see the smitten, romantic teenager, Diana Spencer, as a future wife, let alone the future Queen of England.
Penny Junor alleges that Diana had become so frustrated one night with the sight of Charles kneeling beside the bed saying his nightly prayers that she hit him over the head with the family Bible.
In the Prince of Wales’s worldview, he’s unlucky even as a Tampax—and unlucky he certainly was that such a comment ever reached the public.
A member of Prince Charles’s staff said they dreaded Charles’s annual cruise to talk with the Catholic monks of Mount Athos in northern Greece. He was liable to come back opposed to stem-cell research or nanotechnology because they “interfere with the natural order of things.” (Having been born on top, Charles has a soft spot for the natural order of things.)
“Charles: The Private Man, The Public Role” aired on June 29, 1994, heralded by a metaphor for its reception: a few hours earlier, a Queen’s Flight jet with Charles at the controls had overshot the runway on the Hebridean island of Islay and landed nose down in a bog.
