I am going through another dark side of the night. I do this from time to time, but I largely don’t talk about it.
Maybe perhaps I should.
I have never been one to talk about this shit. I am your ultimate coper. So I pull the duvet over my head and sleep too much. And then come back fighting again.
Tis Full Moon again shortly. But there you go. In the meantime you will have to forgive me.
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Don’t do it. Trust me, you wouldn’t like it. Not that I’ve got anything against Republics. I have lived in one of those for a very long and it has been very good to me over the years. But when a country bumps off it’s entire Royal Family wholesale there isn’t very much else to do so France had to pull itself together eventually.
However, you wouldn’t have believed some of the Presidents I have seen, literally I mean. But I won’t go into that because it all could be a bit Libellous and I don’t want to get thrown out.
And never forget Charles the First. Cromwell wasn’t a good idea. It didn’t go well, what with Witch Finders an all. Cromwell nearly went to America you know. I’ve always thought it was a pity that he didn’t. Instead he stayed to save England and made a right mess of of it, only to bring back Charles the Second who was a right pillock due to him not being brought up to be King and possibly drinking a bit too much.
Meanwhile, America made a right mess of itself anyway.
My advice is stick with the distinct possibility of King Charles the Third, but not just yet. He might seem to be a bit loopy but he isn’t entirely stupid. Although I have heard that he might call himself something else, not wanting to be a candidate for head toppling or seen as drinking too much of The Duchy of Cornwall’s rhubarb wine.
In the meantime. Long Live The Queen. The women were always better at it.
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