loafer.
James Keir Hardie, Labour leader, on George V
For seventeen years he did nothing at all but kill animals and stick in stamps.
Harold Nicolson, biographer of George V, on his subject
My father was frightened of his mother, I was frightened of my father, and I am damned well going to see to it that my children are frightened of me.
King George V
He will go from resort to resort getting more tanned and more tired.
Westbrook Pegler on the abdication of Edward VIII, quoted by Alistair Cooke, Six Men
God grant him peace and happiness but never understanding of what he has lost.
Stanley Baldwin on the abdication of Edward VIII
[A] wife capable of behaving in this way: tantrums and suicide charades â anyone trying to do it with paracetamol isnât trying â is a witless little girl unfit for marriage to anyone. And the wife capable of exploiting her position to get revenge through mass publicity is a destructive little chancer emotionally located in the foothills of adolescence. The footling story of Diana Spencer makes a bitter republican point, the liability of fairy tales to have been written by the Brothers Grimm! â¦
Charles has claims to be a victim of the Asiatic fixing of his family. No wife brought from Karachi to Southall by imperious parents-in-law could better respect an arranged marriage than the English rose heavily urged for the Crown Prince. She was English (after much public scorn of the former Teutonic norm), a virgin and thus free from all tattle, and she looked good. The facts: that she is virtuoso of on-camera tears, that her delight in life is the nightclub and that she seems to have no mind at all, were disregarded. An intelligent man has been fettered in âa suitable marriageâ to a frothball and has sought to live his life apart from her. What sharper intimation of the shabbiness of monarchy could there be?
There are many reasons for dispensing with monarchy, but two will suffice. The job could be done better; and monarchy, just by existing, induces pathetic impulses in other people. There has to be something wrong with an institution which assembles, in various degrees of competitive abjectness, Lord St John of Fawsley, in whom I have real difficulty believing, Sir Alastair Burnet and Lord Rees-Mogg.
These Firbankian grotesques, prime fruit of the trees ofdeference, can be relied upon to squelch noisily under royal foot. Happy calling someone twenty years younger âSirâ or âMaa-amâ they proclaim a social pyramid in which their own status is secured by guileful proximity to the apex. They fawn and teach us to fawn. Unlike the late Richard Dimbleby, grand under-butler to the nation, they do not tell us that the Queen looks radiant, but they are lit by all the royal refection into which they can creep.
Such courtiers only echo the sick adoration of part of the nation. Royalty has done a roaring trade since the war in glossy iconic tosh, books about royal lives, houses, tours, weddings, ancestry and interior décor, books, God help us, about royal dogs. The appetite of silly people for living vicarious, reverential lives through this assembly of low-octane duds in jodhpurs is tragic.
Edward Pearce, the Guardian, âThe Aspirin of the Peopleâ
Prince Charles is an insensitive, hypocritical oaf and Princess Diana is a selfish, empty-headed bimbo. They should never have got married in the first place. I blame the parents.
Richard Littlejohn, in the Sun
Harlot and trollop
Alleged remarks by Prince Philip in letter to Diana. Officially denied.
So thick and yet so thin.
Comedian Linda Smith on Princess Diana
A sort of social hand grenade, ready to explode, leaving unsuspecting playboys legless and broken.
Trevor Philips on the Princess of Wales, shortly before her death
Shea was a master of evasion, more slippery than a Jacuzzi full of KY jelly. You might say he was the first Sensitol-lubricated PR man â particularly appropriate when you
James Keir Hardie, Labour leader, on George V
For seventeen years he did nothing at all but kill animals and stick in stamps.
Harold Nicolson, biographer of George V, on his subject
My father was frightened of his mother, I was frightened of my father, and I am damned well going to see to it that my children are frightened of me.
King George V
He will go from resort to resort getting more tanned and more tired.
Westbrook Pegler on the abdication of Edward VIII, quoted by Alistair Cooke, Six Men
God grant him peace and happiness but never understanding of what he has lost.
Stanley Baldwin on the abdication of Edward VIII
[A] wife capable of behaving in this way: tantrums and suicide charades â anyone trying to do it with paracetamol isnât trying â is a witless little girl unfit for marriage to anyone. And the wife capable of exploiting her position to get revenge through mass publicity is a destructive little chancer emotionally located in the foothills of adolescence. The footling story of Diana Spencer makes a bitter republican point, the liability of fairy tales to have been written by the Brothers Grimm! â¦
Charles has claims to be a victim of the Asiatic fixing of his family. No wife brought from Karachi to Southall by imperious parents-in-law could better respect an arranged marriage than the English rose heavily urged for the Crown Prince. She was English (after much public scorn of the former Teutonic norm), a virgin and thus free from all tattle, and she looked good. The facts: that she is virtuoso of on-camera tears, that her delight in life is the nightclub and that she seems to have no mind at all, were disregarded. An intelligent man has been fettered in âa suitable marriageâ to a frothball and has sought to live his life apart from her. What sharper intimation of the shabbiness of monarchy could there be?
There are many reasons for dispensing with monarchy, but two will suffice. The job could be done better; and monarchy, just by existing, induces pathetic impulses in other people. There has to be something wrong with an institution which assembles, in various degrees of competitive abjectness, Lord St John of Fawsley, in whom I have real difficulty believing, Sir Alastair Burnet and Lord Rees-Mogg.
These Firbankian grotesques, prime fruit of the trees ofdeference, can be relied upon to squelch noisily under royal foot. Happy calling someone twenty years younger âSirâ or âMaa-amâ they proclaim a social pyramid in which their own status is secured by guileful proximity to the apex. They fawn and teach us to fawn. Unlike the late Richard Dimbleby, grand under-butler to the nation, they do not tell us that the Queen looks radiant, but they are lit by all the royal refection into which they can creep.
Such courtiers only echo the sick adoration of part of the nation. Royalty has done a roaring trade since the war in glossy iconic tosh, books about royal lives, houses, tours, weddings, ancestry and interior décor, books, God help us, about royal dogs. The appetite of silly people for living vicarious, reverential lives through this assembly of low-octane duds in jodhpurs is tragic.
Edward Pearce, the Guardian, âThe Aspirin of the Peopleâ
Prince Charles is an insensitive, hypocritical oaf and Princess Diana is a selfish, empty-headed bimbo. They should never have got married in the first place. I blame the parents.
Richard Littlejohn, in the Sun
Harlot and trollop
Alleged remarks by Prince Philip in letter to Diana. Officially denied.
So thick and yet so thin.
Comedian Linda Smith on Princess Diana
A sort of social hand grenade, ready to explode, leaving unsuspecting playboys legless and broken.
Trevor Philips on the Princess of Wales, shortly before her death
Shea was a master of evasion, more slippery than a Jacuzzi full of KY jelly. You might say he was the first Sensitol-lubricated PR man â particularly appropriate when you
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