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| We know that Prince Charles bombards MPs with letters, sent missives about the BBC's programmes to Mark Thompson and, apparently, frequently unleashes round-robin emails to 30 friends divulging his current thoughts and views. Surely what he really needs is a blog – which also has the advantage of being public. Astonishingly, the first post seems to have been leaked and Stephen Moss can exclusively reveal its contents ... | We know that Prince Charles bombards MPs with letters, sent missives about the BBC's programmes to Mark Thompson and, apparently, frequently unleashes round-robin emails to 30 friends divulging his current thoughts and views. Surely what he really needs is a blog – which also has the advantage of being public. Astonishingly, the first post seems to have been leaked and Stephen Moss can exclusively reveal its contents ... |
| Ridiculously, my press people have told me not to write letters to mummy's ministers. Some nonsense about compromising the monarchy. I've never heard such tosh, but there you are. That's the modern world. Sometimes – quite often actually – I wish I had been born in the 12th century. | Ridiculously, my press people have told me not to write letters to mummy's ministers. Some nonsense about compromising the monarchy. I've never heard such tosh, but there you are. That's the modern world. Sometimes – quite often actually – I wish I had been born in the 12th century. |
| Camilla, bless her, had this marvellous idea that I should write down my thoughts as a kind of public diary instead, and Tiggy has shown me how to type them out on her computer in the form of what she says is called a "blog". I thought at first she said bog, but she insists it's blog. So here we are. Quite historic in its way. | Camilla, bless her, had this marvellous idea that I should write down my thoughts as a kind of public diary instead, and Tiggy has shown me how to type them out on her computer in the form of what she says is called a "blog". I thought at first she said bog, but she insists it's blog. So here we are. Quite historic in its way. |
| Camilla warned me not to be controversial, and suggested I write about the Great British Bake Orf, which we always make a point of watching. So much better than most of the American rubbish on the television. It's nice to be able to say well done to the BBC, especially at a time when they are being attacked over poor Jimmy Savile. | Camilla warned me not to be controversial, and suggested I write about the Great British Bake Orf, which we always make a point of watching. So much better than most of the American rubbish on the television. It's nice to be able to say well done to the BBC, especially at a time when they are being attacked over poor Jimmy Savile. |
| Bunny in the press office told me it was unwise to mention Jimmy. The man is apparently now a pariah. But I knew him well – he had a cottage in the Highlands where I had the pleasure of dining – and found him most amusing. He was in the tradition of great British eccentrics, and if we can no longer find a place for such people we are surely diminished as a nation. No doubt he had some foibles – don't we all? – but the man is DEAD. Let him rest in the peace of the world beyond. I thought tearing up his headstone, grotesque though it was, was appalling. Is nothing sacred these days? | Bunny in the press office told me it was unwise to mention Jimmy. The man is apparently now a pariah. But I knew him well – he had a cottage in the Highlands where I had the pleasure of dining – and found him most amusing. He was in the tradition of great British eccentrics, and if we can no longer find a place for such people we are surely diminished as a nation. No doubt he had some foibles – don't we all? – but the man is DEAD. Let him rest in the peace of the world beyond. I thought tearing up his headstone, grotesque though it was, was appalling. Is nothing sacred these days? |
| I am told there are now eight inquiries into whatever he is alleged to have done. They should have gone to Gordonstoun if they really wanted to witness peculiar behaviour! That ghastly man with the strange voice who leads the Labour party even wants a public inquiry. Inquiry-itis is one of the evils of what passes for modern society. Let the dead bury the dead, as the Bible wisely instructs us. | I am told there are now eight inquiries into whatever he is alleged to have done. They should have gone to Gordonstoun if they really wanted to witness peculiar behaviour! That ghastly man with the strange voice who leads the Labour party even wants a public inquiry. Inquiry-itis is one of the evils of what passes for modern society. Let the dead bury the dead, as the Bible wisely instructs us. |
| Mention of Gordonstoun reminds me how cold it used to be there. Some winter mornings when we were woken up for our 5am run, you had to break the ice that had formed in the bath with a polo mallet. But it was character forming. Look at me. I get furious when I see so many people complaining about high energy charges. Fuel supplies are finite. When will we understand that? We have to make sacrifices. Ask yourself – do you really need that radiator on; would another pullover do the trick instead? | Mention of Gordonstoun reminds me how cold it used to be there. Some winter mornings when we were woken up for our 5am run, you had to break the ice that had formed in the bath with a polo mallet. But it was character forming. Look at me. I get furious when I see so many people complaining about high energy charges. Fuel supplies are finite. When will we understand that? We have to make sacrifices. Ask yourself – do you really need that radiator on; would another pullover do the trick instead? |
| We are endlessly being told about pensioners' fuel poverty, but my parents have reached a ripe old age despite it being bloody freezing at Balmoral, where the boilers have never worked properly. As for Sandringham – if there's anywhere in the world colder than Norfolk at Easter, I've yet to find it. But the cold is far better for you than stuffy, overheated, bacteria-filled modern houses. As with so much else, all this mollycoddling has got to stop. | We are endlessly being told about pensioners' fuel poverty, but my parents have reached a ripe old age despite it being bloody freezing at Balmoral, where the boilers have never worked properly. As for Sandringham – if there's anywhere in the world colder than Norfolk at Easter, I've yet to find it. But the cold is far better for you than stuffy, overheated, bacteria-filled modern houses. As with so much else, all this mollycoddling has got to stop. |
| Another thing that makes my blood boil is the way townspeople poke their noses into the lives of those of us who make a living in the countryside. Badgers are jolly attractive creatures with their stripey faces, though extremely stinky if you've ever been close to a sett as I have on many occasions. But I can't have them infecting my Friesians at Highgrove with TB (no, I'm not referring to Tony Blair!). Of course we have to cull them. It's what Harry calls a "no brainer". And he should know. | Another thing that makes my blood boil is the way townspeople poke their noses into the lives of those of us who make a living in the countryside. Badgers are jolly attractive creatures with their stripey faces, though extremely stinky if you've ever been close to a sett as I have on many occasions. But I can't have them infecting my Friesians at Highgrove with TB (no, I'm not referring to Tony Blair!). Of course we have to cull them. It's what Harry calls a "no brainer". And he should know. |
| Now I accept that shooting and gassing are not very pleasant, and people with a fondness for The Wind in the Willows are likely to become upset. But I have a solution. Badger hunting! Imagine the Heythrop gathering on a crisp November evening for a night-time's hunting. What fun. Badgers can run jolly fast when they have to, and it would be cracking sport. It would also give hunts a much-needed shot in the arm, thus killing several birds with one stone, if that's not mixing an animal metaphor … | Now I accept that shooting and gassing are not very pleasant, and people with a fondness for The Wind in the Willows are likely to become upset. But I have a solution. Badger hunting! Imagine the Heythrop gathering on a crisp November evening for a night-time's hunting. What fun. Badgers can run jolly fast when they have to, and it would be cracking sport. It would also give hunts a much-needed shot in the arm, thus killing several birds with one stone, if that's not mixing an animal metaphor … |
| Camilla, Tiggy, Bunny, leave that plug alone. What are you doing? Have I said something remiss? You told me to be myself. I just wanted people to understand me and realise I had their interests at heart. After all, one day I will be their king. Please don't turn the computer orf. I'll write something sweet about the Queen Mother's letters instead. Oh blast, the damn thing's frozen. | Camilla, Tiggy, Bunny, leave that plug alone. What are you doing? Have I said something remiss? You told me to be myself. I just wanted people to understand me and realise I had their interests at heart. After all, one day I will be their king. Please don't turn the computer orf. I'll write something sweet about the Queen Mother's letters instead. Oh blast, the damn thing's frozen. |
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