Wednesday 5 January 2005 A Royal New Year's Eve - Sort of...As we all know, the
crowned heads of Traditionally the responsibility for organising the night and venue
is rotated amongst them. With no shortage of
splendid ball rooms between them, last year it was held at Colmarberg Castle in
Luxembourg, the home of Their Royal Highnesses, the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess of
Luxembourg. This year, the hosts were HM Queen
Elizabeth II and her Consort, Prince Philip. While it is always a chance for birds of a feather to flock together
and party on, the Queen was somewhat miffed at having to leave She would have insisted on the ball being held at Do these shoes look all right Philip? she asked her
husband absently, preoccupied with a forthcoming day at the racetrack. Oh, for mercys sake woman! Whos going to give a
damn about your shoes? That bloody Martha Lou
is bound to come dressed ready for Carnivale in And with that, they began their long trek to the Hall. The line up was long and tedious as usual. Rainier of Monaco had sent Albert. Comment va-tu and all
that, Albert? said the Queen. Pas mal,
maam. Wonderful! And I must congratulate you on your sisters
marriage. How nice for her to settle
down..again. Shes just divorced actually
Momentarily confused like the rest of us, the Queen nodded, trying
her best to think of something else to say. Well, better luck next time then. And so it went on until finally an animated face pecked Her
Majestys cheeks. Trixie darling! How
nice to see you! Always so happy as always, you dear thing.
And this must be your Mabel, is it?
said the Queen, eyeing the blonde princess standing next to the Dutch queen and who
appeared to have a gun half-concealed in her d�collet�.
Ja. Queen Beatrix said hesitantly or maybe
nervously. Its enough to drag her from
de television and de Sopranos! Im sure, agreed the Queen, a fan of the Sopranos
herself. Nevertheless dear girl, would you mind leaving your revolver with that nice
footman there
Princess Mabel pursed her mouth and raised her eyes rebelliously.
Votever. She said, reluctantly handing over the arms. The line up over and with and her guests on their third or fourth
champagne, the Queen made her way through the Hall, chatting to everyone casually and with
a familiarity never seen in public. She caught sight of her grandson Harry, happily engaged in
conversation with the lovely Madeleine of Sweden. Actually,
she thought that they made for a lovely looking couple and was about to go and join in for
a minute when, almost there, she overheard Harry, cigarette in one hand and drink in the
other talking to the princess. Wow! Thats a
decent pair of jugs youve got there Madde Hmm. Moving right along, thought
the Queen. The air thickened with cigarette smoke as Her Majesty worked her way
further into the crowd. Where theres
smoke, theres Daisy, she thought and sure enough, there she was. Daisy Dane. The Queen also wasnt sure quite what to make of the fact that
both of Daisys daughters-in-law used to, in fact, be her subjects.
Was it just a coincidence that the Danish Queens sons were attracted to Lilibet! Come! You must meet dear Mary, motioned the Queen
of Denmark, negligently dropping ash on Trying her best not to look annoyed, the Queen brushed the ash of
quickly and took the hand of the new Crown Princess of Denmark as the latter curtseyed
deeply. How nice to meet you, Mary. You too maam! Are you having a good time? Oh yeah, I reckon! This
is grouse! Said the princess, using the
Australian colloquial adjective for fantastic. Overwhelmed by the conversation, the Queen was saved from discussing
forthcoming episodes of Neighbours by a rather painful pinch on the bottom. Surprised, she grimaced and turned to find that Spanish charmer King
Juan Carlos and some of his family. Lilibet! So sorry if I hurt you! The now embarrassed King
exclaimed apologetically. Oh J.C., dont be silly, she said, feeling a little
embarrassed herself. You know I normally
play along, its just that I had a rather unfortunate collapse at Christmas Dinner
and Im still a little
tender. Ahhh, said the King of Spain. So sorry! And I promise I shall not pain you
further by mentioning Thats good to hear. The Queen remarked thankfully. You know my Sophie, of course, and my son but not his new wife,
Letizia. The Queen kissed Sophie and couldnt help but gaze at the
Kings handsome son. How are you, Felipe? Let me answer, said the Princess of Asturias before her
husband could reply. Hes very
good. Well, isnt that nice, then. She said, wondering if
the new Spanish princess always cut him off
Suddenly the Queen was again manhandled, this time by a tap on the
shoulder. Turning, she was met with a grin
from another of her grandsons. William! Youre
here! Oh, I am so glad you could come. I
wasnt sure if you would. Turning back to the Spaniards, she pulled William closer to her so
that she could show him off. This is my grandson, William, she beamed proudly,
unfortunately to blank stares from the Spanish family. You know, she said, her hand outstretched for emphasis.
Charles and Dianas eldest! Oh yes, of course, mumbled the Spaniards together,
quickly trying to cover up their faux pas. Yes, well
coughed the Queen. The Queen left William with the Spaniards, feeling a headache coming
on, even though she was only on her second glass. Parties
were always hard work and she wasnt sure she could actually be bothered with it all,
even if it was New Years Eve. She didnt notice Philip approach. What about we go and sit this out for bit? he said
quietly into her ear. That Martha Lou is
insisting on singing and you know what her upper register does for my ears.. Oh, Philip, what a good idea! she said and smiled with
relief. And later on, when the clock
strikes twelve, can you make sure Im not
standing next to Carolines husband? Only if you promise to make sure that when the clock strikes, Im standing next to that great beauty. Silvia? The Queen asked, offering the only person in the
room she could think of that fit the description. Prince Philip nudged her playfully with his elbow and planted a quick
kiss on her cheek. You silly
woman. The
characters portrayed in this story do seem spookily real, however in light of the Festive
Season, I do hope they forgive me my mischievous New Years mood. After the last
couple of weeks, I think we all need a bit of levity. And, while
the years have ended and begun in such tragic and devastating circumstances, I hope that
you all have an endeavour to have a happy, safe and prosperous 2005. - Gioffredo |
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