We now interrupt our regular programming to send a royal tip to Australia
So, dreamy prince Frederik of Denmark and his lovely wife Mary are currently on a royal visit to Niceland and are being trailed by a herd of photographers and film people eager to commit their various antics to celluloid [visiting schools, pretending to be fascinated by the old parliament site, being dragged around the Manuscripts Exhibition, attending lectures [him] and checking out Nicelandic design [her], etcetera]. As I’m sure all of you know, Iceland was previously under Danish rule and a lot of people consider the Danish Royal Family still to be inextricably linked to this country. Personally I consider all things royal – Danish or otherwise – to be frightfully dull and stiff [barring the scandals you read about in gossip columns, of course, heh], a belief that was further reinforced a few years ago when I was peripherally involved in a visit by a member of the British Royal Family to Niceland. EPI and AAH and I actually had the ‘honor’ of meeting this blue-blooded individual in person [gasp!] and even touching a real-live blue-blooded hand [double gasp!] and let me tell you, I haven’t been the same since. More to the point: I will never be photographed with such a rigid, semi-horrified expression on my face again, ever. BUT I DIGRESS.
Not that I want to bad-mouth Frederik and Mary – they are a gorgeous couple, almost too good to be true, like a fairy-tale prince and princess, you know, kinda. And apparently they’re big stars in Australia [from whence Mary comes, as I’m sure you’ll all know] – at least that’s what the posse of six or so Stralians that awaited them outside the Culture House the other day to get a glimpse of old Mary told Kastljós. In between persistent giggling they went on about how incredibly lucky they were to be in Iceland to be able to get so close to them because Australians actually make special trips to Denmark to try to see them, whereas here in Niceland you just have to show up at the Culture House and stand outside the door and they practically trip over you when they come out.
So here’s a hot tip for all my Australian readers: THEY’RE HERE AND THEY’RE OPEN FOR VIEWING. Only HURRY because they’re leaving tomorrow.
AND THEY HAVEN’T HAD VERY GOOD WEATHER
Still pretty dreary out there, except of course that all the clouds and rain serve to draw out all the green on the ground and on the trees, so yay for that. Also a big plus: there’s hardly any wind, making this the perfect weather for running, which is just what I’m going to do right now, as soon as I’ve pressed publish. Right now it’s 9°C [48F] here in the capital, and the sun came up behind the clouds at 4.38 this morning and is due to go down at 10.12 this evening.
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So, come on, which Brit royal personage did you meet?
Not sure you mean cellulite. It’s something else… Celluloid maybe?
mary, well, I don’t like to name-drop, so here’s a hint: it’s a she, and she’s sister to the heir, and her first name is Princess and her middle name is Anne. Just leave another comment if you want more clues.
Dorothy - good catch! I always mix those two up.
Alda, I was cringing as I watched them on the telly. I don´t know what it is about Australian women (and I will include myself in this), the tone of our voice changes and terrible terrible giggles come into effect when we are in an uncomfortable situations, such as being asked inane questions on Icelandic TV about royals, who Australians for some bizarre reason, are totally fascinated by. Give us a good wedding or funeral in the Royal family - choose anyone - the whole country will stop….
I have no time for the British Royal Family or any other royals to be honest. What have they actually done to be heaped with untold riches and a life of utter comfort and ease? Rearrange these words for the answer: much not.
They bang on about how much they do for charity but, please, give me a break. I’d happily turn up to open a new hospital or pat a few starving children on the head before heading back to my palace and servants and wine cellar in my royal jet. All paid by the taxpayers. Oh the strain! How often do they ever put their hands in their pockets and give money to charity. Rearrange: never.
I have to be careful what I say about the Royals when I’m in Britain as a few careless words and people want to have a fight. Incredible. Especially as the Royal Family views the “ordinary” people as vile and beneath them.
Rant over. Weather in Paris gorgeous.
I shall now send my faithful man servant to the cellars to get me a chilled beer….
I see they’ve got the “Royal Wave™” down pat.
P.S. King Dumdad of Paris! LOL!
I’m still sort of proud that a piece of mine was the only Icelandic music officially played for the pair
And according to the players, went down pretty well…
Sigga, I don’t know - I thought they were pretty cute, giggles and all!
YRH King Dumdad - yours gets ‘comment of the week’!
Rozanne - Yes, I thknk that’s lesson one in Royale College (or Royal Kindergarten) for the blue-bloods …
hildigunnur - oh, I had no idea! Congratulations!! I’d definitely be proud - ‘royalty’ notwithstanding. Major applause.
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