Redux: Patron Saint & Queen of the Karens. Victim. Virgin Mother!

*This blog was originally published in October, 2023. In light of the recent discloser, July 2025, that Catherine’s stylist, Natasha ‘Tash’ Archer has departed with her being exposed as having stalked Meghan and all her inner circle friends and influencers’ Instagram accounts, this does validate my observations that Catherine has used clothing to be racially predatory of Meghan by cannibalising most of Meghan’s looks. Do enjoy anew!

Jealous Peggalicious Preys Whilst Scorned Ekaterina Deliberately Flirts with Thespian & His Beard

Well, of course, the Venus Flytrap-pussied broodmare is damn well going to flirt after having been brushed off days earlier at the Polo. So there was she, patron of the All England Lawn & Tennis Club in bitch-dominatrix green – perfect colour for a woman with energy body of 9, reigning at Wimbledon. Just for the cameras, Ekaterina obstinately flirted with actor, James Norton. So what if he is Queer, all men are dogs, after all, it’s just a matter of time before they sniff each other and start humping seen or unseen. Ekaterina, the world onlooking, just wanted to get under the Pegged and follicly challenged boor Wilhelm’s skin. Of course, the fact that both senior Waleses are task companions only adds to the complexity of the War of the Waleses.

Poor Peggalicious Desperately Fails to Cock Block

Ekaterina’s Reason for Devoting More Time to The 1851 Trust than Any Other Charity? Big Ben

With the recent departure of Elizabeth II, the snivelling palace sycophants have been reinventing fabulist gossip and tales to make of the Waleses and Windsors that which they have never been, Olympian. These are crass racist charlatans and little else. So after having been outed as a racist boor both on the Oprah interview in March, 2021 and in Prince Harry’s SPARE, along comes snivelling bottom-feeder Valentina Pas-Haut with a revised edition to her specious tome, adding more storeys than the combined felled Twin Towers. Ekaterina insisted that ‘Recollections May Vary’ be kept in because it was important that History judge them correctly. Chile please! The Fleet Street parasites have no control over either facts or opinions outside their cultist island kingdom.

Bitch Get Off Me… Don’t Make Me Slap You. Ekaterina Brushed Off at the Polo.

Well, indeed, it seems that the tide has drastically changed. Prinz Wilhelm von Pegged und Fisted has come out, fighting that is, and with Elizabeth II off the stage, he can damn well do as he pleases and is. No more time to waste on spilled milk; living separate lives does seem to be the order of the day.

HRH Prince George of Wales – The Spook in the Window

I don’t know about you, but that is just not normal behaviour. There was a point at Trooping the Colour 2023, on the Buckingham Palace balcony, George was speaking and his father, Prinz Wilhelm von Pegged und Fisted, snapped at him. In that moment, George became frozen, standing there on the Buckingham Palace balcony and his right arm began involuntarily twitching.

Trooping the Colour 2023. Incident Occurs Between 02:56:00 and 02:56:30

There are a number of times when Prince George tries to get the attention of either parent and instead either parent favours Prince Louis or Princess Charlotte. George has a number of odd twitches and much of them are likely due to being around mercurial parents, who shout at each other lots. Prince George’s numbers do not leave him in good stead next to either parent’s numerology; they would incite a considerable degree of discomfort and fear. Prince George: 22.7.2013 Year of the Snake 4.2.8 = 5. That 5’s placement spells sexual scandal down the line; the 8’s placement means that the family’s fortune potentially may suffer massive setback(s). The 2 mindset means that he is innately creative and his parents are a mystery to, and some degree of distress for Prince George. George has only one number in common with his mother, Ekaterina, 4; he has two with his father, Wilhelm, 2 & 5. 5 represents excess, kink, unorthodox sexual appetite. George, however, with the mindset of 2 may end up being a fantasist rather than indulger and may end up being a collector of erotic art, along the lines of Shunga, Kangra, Chinese, Persian, Arabic, Islamic & European erotic art, books, sculpture et al. 2, also, rules two-spirits, a pronounced feminine principal so that coupled with 5, George may well become genuinely bisexual in nature – what he does in private when an adult, is no one’s business – provided it won’t be with minors. More than that, 2, represents genius level creativity. In George with such strong-willed ‘loud’ parents, his 5’s excessiveness apart from leaving him potentially quite tall, will act out through food, thus, he may end up being rotund for eating to excess, the opposite of his paternal grandmother, Diana, Princess of Wales’s, bulimia.

Trooping the Colour 2023. Famille Wales: George, Louis, Ekaterina, Charlotte & Wilhelm

There is a great deal about the firstborn which is marvellously camouflaged. All the more reason, why they allow the little freak, Louis/Damian to act out, thereby taking the spotlight off George’s spectrum markers. Alas, not everyone chooses to see nothing! George’s softness lends credence to the rumour that George was preceded by an older illegitimate sibling. Indeed, have you not heard about Happy Valley, the Sequel? It isn’t just the alpaca-faced chatelaine in Norfolk, who is a baby mama; indeed, George simply lacks the alpha vibration of a firstborn child. Even within the brood spawned by Prinzessin Ekaterina von Rictus der Gurnalot und Mumbleweiss. By far, Charlotte is more dominant of the three. Queer indeed it is that the Horse Guards Parade photo of George: the spook in the window, has been completely scrubbed from the internet – indeed, they’ve got something to hide. Also of note whilst stood on the Buckingham Palace balcony was Prinz Wilhelm’s animated coughing as though he were rudely saying something to the perpetually rictus Ekaterina, as she kept trying to have her left arm touch his right arm whilst stood side-by-side.

As Happy as a Truly Rictus & Gurning Loon

Just look at her, the blasted gurning loon. She is like an engagingly fascinating coffee table book cover that turns out to have not a single page between the covers. Blithering, inarticulate, quite the mumbling loon, Ekaterina. This past spring, I was at a Sunday brunch when the hosts wanted me to explain the finer points of numerology; it was an exciting gathering that lasted into early evening. At that time, a guest there had been familiar with Jian Ghomeshi and was fascinated to learn how his numerology explained his fall from grace for being caught up in a legal sex scandal. My take on the whole affair – Google is your friend – is that there would have been a great degree of consensual relations. Jian’s numbers are 9.6.2 = 8. First and foremost, all persons with energy body of 9 are all about control; they will always be abrasive and given to being smothering, manipulating – controlling. The one thing that is marked by persons with energy body of 9, is that they are given to ritualised sex that is chiefly consensual and either would be dominatrix or sadist but never masochistic.

Ekaterina at Wimbledon, 2019. Meghan Is Being Verbally Assaulted. Meghan Is Stunned.

In 9 energy body persons dealings with others, they often attempt, usually successfully, to bully and make subordinates their ‘bottoms’ – this chiefly is the dynamic of Ekaterina with Wilhelm and also what she sought to establish with Meghan. Obviously, she failed to break Meghan or the Sussexes would still be in the UK. Look at Meghan’s expression in the preceding photograph and tell me that that is the face of a bully. Look at the optics of that photograph, Ekaterina’s lizard lips are shaped in the same hostile ‘O’ that chimpanzees make when making screaming shrill calls at an opponent. Meghan is sat there before the world, knowing the optics of being ‘on’ and is both stunned and exhausted at this mumbling, inarticulate, crazy bitch, fucking with her and trying to break her spirit. Bitch in what world is Meghan supposed to take shit from your dumb, lazy, leg-spreading, racist ass? The racially predatory Ekaterina just couldn’t wait to have Meghan fully captive, minus Prince Harry, and before the entire world. Sat was Meghan between Ekaterina the dominatrix and her flat-arsed sister, Pippa. You just know, too, that there was a 99.9% likelihood that Ekaterina was all liquored up and in peak bitchy, sarcastic, bullying energy body of 9 mode. Hands down there is no way that Meghan would ever privately describe Ekaterina as pleasant. Ekaterina knows damn well that even if she spat in Meghan’s face, whilst sat there in the royal box at Wimbledon, the whole world would say that the reverse happened or that Meghan spat on her first but it was not caught on camera.

Shunga Print Provenance: British Museum

Alas, Vanilla sexual relations are not the norm for 9 energy-bodied persons as was clearly the case with Ghomeshi. As 9 energy body has to do with ritualised sexual control, obviously, at some point that dynamic corrupts the dominant partner and abuse can ensue. Think of the animal dynamism of sexual play in the 2015, Doug Liman film Mr. & Mrs. Smith, starring Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie – that is the order of sexual play with 9 energy body persons.

Damian: the Possessed & Damaged Spawn’s Coming Out

Okay then, said the striking red-maned Ethiopian with the most strikingly beautiful eyes – in town from London, England by way of New York City, for a wedding, please explain what the hell is that, as she turned her phone and showed us a clip of Prince Louis at the Platinum Jubilee Parade in June 2022. We all hysterically howled. Obviously, the child is crazy and there is nothing cute or adorable about behaviour like that, said she, to which I enthusiastically agreed. Louis/Damian: 23.4.2018, Dog, 5.9.2 = 7. Like his paternal grandmother, Diana, Princess of Wales, this very disturbed individual runs the very real risk of being murdered to be rid of the nuisance that he proves to either his mother or possibly father under duress – either way, he would be rather readily disposed of, and the island kingdom’s somnambulant would think nothing of it. Louis has three numbers in common with his father 2, 5 & 9 and one with his very controlling powerful mother, Ekaterina, 9. Ekaterina was sick to death of him and livid that he was proving a thorough embarrassment before the entire world. Let’s then look at the machinations, of which the then Cambridges were the obvious chief architects.

November 2016

A Statement by the Communications Secretary to Prince Harry

Published 08 November 2016

Since he was young, Prince Harry has been very aware of the warmth that has been extended to him by members of the public. He feels lucky to have so many people supporting him and knows what a fortunate and privileged life he leads.

He is also aware that there is significant curiosity about his private life. He has never been comfortable with this, but he has tried to develop a thick skin about the level of media interest that comes with it. He has rarely taken formal action on the very regular publication of fictional stories that are written about him and he has worked hard to develop a professional relationship with the media, focused on his work and the issues he cares about.

But the past week has seen a line crossed. His girlfriend, Meghan Markle, has been subject to a wave of abuse and harassment. Some of this has been very public – the smear on the front page of a national newspaper; the racial undertones of comment pieces; and the outright sexism and racism of social media trolls and web article comments. Some of it has been hidden from the public – the nightly legal battles to keep defamatory stories out of papers; her mother having to struggle past photographers in order to get to her front door; the attempts of reporters and photographers to gain illegal entry to her home and the calls to police that followed; the substantial bribes offered by papers to her ex-boyfriend; the bombardment of nearly every friend, co-worker, and loved one in her life.

Prince Harry is worried about Ms. Markle’s safety and is deeply disappointed that he has not been able to protect her. It is not right that a few months into a relationship with him that Ms. Markle should be subjected to such a storm. He knows commentators will say this is ‘the price she has to pay’ and that ‘this is all part of the game’. He strongly disagrees. This is not a game – it is her life and his. 

He has asked for this statement to be issued in the hopes that those in the press who have been driving this story can pause and reflect before any further damage is done. He knows that it is unusual to issue a statement like this, but hopes that fair-minded people will understand why he has felt it necessary to speak publicly.

In November 2016, Prince Harry released a statement in support of Meghan, defending her against the racial undertones in the media that attacked her integrity. Naturally, by this time, the then Cambridges would have been upset that Harry had chosen a wholly unsuitable ‘girl’ – good god just imagine what the kids would look like. Ekaterina with an energy body of 9, would by now have become livid and seethed at Meghan possibly marrying into the RF. She is Black. Most of all, she is infinitely more charismatic and articulate than her – Meghan is her Kryptonite! Do not underestimate the power of a 9 mother, like a bear and her cubs, Ekaterina, as are all mothers, is extremely protective of her cubs. Ekaterina did not relish Meghan and her biracial kids, close in age to her own kids, coming on the scene. Imagine a ginger, afroed Archie and Lilibet, who by their mere exoticism, would garner greater press coverage. A wholly unacceptable proposition for Wilhelm and, in particular, Ekaterina this proved.

March 2017

Harry & Meghan, Montego Bay, Jamaica. Tom Inskip’s Wedding

March 2017, Montego Bay, Jamaica, Meghan joins Prince Harry as his date for friend, Tom Inskip’s wedding. At the time, the rumour mill and every Karen’s livid little blog, insisted that Meghan had crashed the wedding and was stalking Prince Harry; after all, they knew to be fact that Prince Harry had broken off their relationship in early 2017. All this in a narrative of their own delusional making. Well, all the Karens were sure that the Queen was suffering dementia and Caligula II had to step in and provide greater security for Prince Harry as he was being stalked, harassed by the crazed actress whom they had irrefutable proof was a yacht girl – The 1851 Trust notwithstanding. Just look at how miserable Prince Harry looked at the wedding and how she clawed all over him, touching a royal prince! Never mind, the braying racist masses, but Ekaterina with an energy body of 9 and Wilhelm with a mindset of 9 – defender of the flame and does not like anything that is not traditional or deemed unconventional, were secretly hissing at how Harry was doing this to them, to the family; it was betrayal, plain and simple. The then Cambridges would not have approved of Harry being enamoured of Meghan.

May 2017

Pippa’s Wedding to James Matthews

Pippa’s wedding to the son of a wealthy – though guarded – paedophile, was Ekaterina‘s chance to start publicly fucking with Meghan. Ekaterina whose control of Wilhelm is thorough, laid down the law; however, like all dimwits, she left herself open to unflattering scrutiny. According to the rules, if a woman was neither engaged nor married, she could not attend the wedding ceremony at the church. That being the case, Meghan was relegated to the wedding reception, which was well out of the view of the paparazzi. So there was Prinz Wilhelm arriving with Prince Harry to kill any rumours of Prince Harry attending alone and if that meant that it was over between him and Meghan better yet, even though everyone here in Toronto in the know, knew that Harry and Meghan were still very much so on.

HRH Princess Eugenie & Lover Jack Brooksbank, Pippa’s Wedding , May 2017

Then the most marvellous thing occurred, HRH Princess Eugenie walked to the church ceremony of Pippa’s wedding, accompanied by Jack Brooksbank. At the time, Eugenie and Jack were neither engaged nor wedded; thus, the whole rule of ‘no ring, no bring’ ordained by the rather sooty – not to be confused with snooty – classist boor, Ekaterina, exposed her animus towards Meghan and proved Ekaterina to be not very bright and frankly stupid – receipts matter. Nonetheless, the deed was done, Ekaterina had given her marching orders to the Fleet Street abattoirs, herein after referred to as FSAs, to begin the campaign of deeming Meghan a most unsuitable girl – straight outta Compton, indeed.

July 2017

Cambridges, Poland, July 2017

During or just after their July 2017 royal tour of Poland & Germany – neither of which happens to be a Commonwealth nation, though all importantly not predominantly overrun by Blacks – well , the 9 centric Cambridges like two slithering angry snakes, drunkenly writhed, hearts filled with hatred and scheming… Could she not wait to return home and run off to be further aroused and consumed with passion at The 1851 Trust? Was he, sat there looking bored and witheringly disdainful, lusting to be returned to Norfolk and attend to the alpaca-faced chatelaine and favoured baby mama, not to mention the other baby mama in Happy Valley in the sequel to White Mischief? Whether Big Ben or Pegged Wilhelm, either way, she was soon to be with child. A child it was whose nine months of gestation were passed with its host, ravaged by hatred, racist dread and obsession with Meghan and most likely a few too many glasses of drink those forty weeks.

November 2017

Harry & Meghan BBC Engagement Interview

Well past her first trimester, Ekaterina positively cramped with rage at watching the charismatic, emotional intelligence of Meghan in her BBC engagement interview and increasingly her racism and hatred were being transferred onto the little gestating monster, Damian in utero.

BBC Engagement Interview for Prince Harry & Meghan

The articulate, smooth delivery, charm and eloquence of Meghan’s master number 11 on display, would have proven infuriating for 9 energy body Ekaterina. She must be stopped, Ekaterina and the world’s every racist Karen seethed. Ekaterina was dead set on ridding the kingdom of this interloper, this vile blackamoor imposter. How she must have smoked and drunk more heavily at this time. Ekaterina & Wilhelm would have looked at this interview and felt immensely threatened. You simply cannot underestimate what an affront Meghan in that interview posed to Ekaterina and by extension Britons. Here was someone the product of slavery and the enslaved being so articulate, successful and able to leap into the heart of Britain’s classist inner sanctum. Britons have a pronounced inferiority complex towards Americans, owing to their defeat and loss of the colony and the fact, most of all, that America and Americans are so much more dynamic than they are. This though does not stop Britons from copping hauteur, that god-awful horrid accent of theirs and lording it over the ‘Yanks’ that they do not have a monarchy.

Samantha Markle Before Kensington Palace Payoff aka Financial Lobotomy

Here is Samantha Markel on Good Morning Britain just after Harry and Meghan’s BBC engagement interview. Soon, her tune would radically change as Ekaterina & Wilhelm waged war and had J’anusz der Schmeckel-Snitz start paying off and grooming the Markles on what to say and do to sabotage the upcoming wedding of Harry and Meghan.

December 2017

Princess Michael of Kent Wears Blackamoor Brooch + Harry & Meghan at Christmas Day 2017

What did Ekaterina care? Elizabeth II was old, cancer-stricken and as Elizabeth II never favoured her, why should Ekaterina care what she would think? Naturally, the mother of Prinz Wilhelm von Pegged und Fisted’s minor royal drug dealer, who’s really proud of her Jewish daughter-in-law, would gladly accept the dare to wear a blackamoor brooch. After all, she had called her two black sheep, Venus & Serena; Baroness Marie-Christine der Blackamoor Brooch would definitely go along with the racial harassment of Meghan. How Ekaterina and her bullied, pegged bottom, Prinz Wilhelm must have howled for joy at that golliwog, Meghan, being openly attacked before the whole world. Of one thing, Ekaterina was certain, sooner or later, she will be able to get the Fleet Street hacks to turn on that damn Yank… that damn Black thing. Ekaterina still cramped with racial animus for Meghan, likely drank more heavily over the holidays than is usually her wont. Of course, Ekaterina & Wilhelm would have been egged on by the likes of handlers like Ben Goldsmith and those of his rarefied chosen ilk.

February 2018

Royal Foundation Interview: Harry, Meghan, Ekaterina & Wilhelm

Here is the fabled Fab Four Royal Foundation Forum interview at which all four principals were present including pregnant Ekaterina. The dynamic between both women is rather telling and it is clear that Meghan was acutely uncomfortable, for being in Ekaterina‘s presence. I cannot state enough that for being an artisan soul, Meghan inputs on 5 channels, which leaves her inordinately attuned to spiritual undertones which are more than meet the eye fare. Meghan’s master number of 11 is supra-sensitive to subtle vibrations and energy, which for being energy body of 9, Ekaterina radiates with laser-like focussed animus. 9 energy is very circuitry-jamming by nature. I might also add that as both Ekaterina and Wilhelm are Warrior and Scholar souls respectively, both soul types only input on one channel. This gives them singleness of focus, but it also leaves them with far less subtlety and sophistication than Sages and definitely Artisan souls who respectively input on 3 and 5 channels – Meghan’s five channels of input would be just as baffling as Artisan soul Diana, Princess of Wales’s did for Warrior soul Caligula II and Scholar soul, Milonia Caesonia. Both the then Cambridges, for being senior royals, were dead set against Meghan being in their midst and that they readily telegraphed. Ekaterina here is in her final trimester and passively aggressive, hateful and bullying as any raptor, racial predator can be expected to be. Meghan, of course at the point of the interview, was acutely aware of this and was by then getting the lion’s share of verbal abuse. Can you just imagine the hyper-criticism Meghan would have gotten from the then Cambridges, both possessed of fault-finding, shit-disturbing, bullying 9 energy as they are?

April 2018

Prince Louis’ Christening, July 2018

Prince Louis aka Damian was born less than a month before Prince Harry and Meghan’s wedding at St. George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle. As the preceding photograph reveals at his christening in July, 2018, Prince Louis is damaged goods. Those are the eyes of a child on the spectrum and one who has already proven not the least bit stable. Louis was born 23.4.2018, Year of the Dog (same as his father). Also, like his father, Prinz Wilhelm (21.6.1982 Year of the Dog 3.9.2 = 5), Prince Louis has 9, and 5 in his numerological makeup; this is usually the mark of someone whose mercurial disposition is not readily disguised. Unlike his father, Prince Louis (Damian) will have a harder time disguising his lack of emotional intelligence. Louis’s numbers are: 5.9.2 = 7. Louis, as previously stated, has three numbers in common with his father, Prinz Wilhelm (2, 5 & 9); he is a dead ringer for his father, Prinz Wilhelm‘s, very well camouflaged nature.

Damian, El Diablo Muy Loco & His Psycho Mama

Make no mistake about it, in due course, Louis is going to be the source of astounding royal scandal. Stop making excuses, neither George nor Charlotte were ape batshit crazy at aged four. Louis has same mindset of 9 as his father, Wilhelm; Damian’s father is a sadistic bully and archly unorthodox in his views, so likely will his possessed son be. Furthermore, Damian’s 5 is his energy body – think Tasmanian devil. He sucks the oxygen out of any room and is not remotely sane. This combination of 9 and 5 means that S&M will be his preferred sexual outlet with a gross predisposition towards kink. Anything odd, bizarre, including persons will fascinate and leave him readily obsessed. The 2 speaks to the childlike/autistic wonderment and a sense of infantile and or developed feminine principle. Lastly, that 7 in the fourth position has seen highly placed royals bumped off when they proved themselves a nuisance, liability: Lord Mountbatten and Diana, Princess of Wales. 7 in the fourth position almost always means the murder of an individual in the public eye. Either parent or both would readily have him murdered if he proves too problematic. Of course, as far too many Whites do not assume culpability, Ekaterina and Wilhelm will always lay blame at Meghan’s door. They will rationalise Louis’ predicament, resulting from Meghan having come into the family and causing all this upheaval – god only knows their racist terrorisation of Meghan could not have had adverse consequences for them. Tant pis.

May 2018

Royal Wedding of TRH The Duke & Duchess of Sussex

May 19, 2018, what a gloriously sunny, picture-perfect day it was. As we have since learnt both in the Orpah interview in March, 2021 and from Prince Harry’s electrifying memoir, SPARE, all was not as it seemed. Of course, much of the tension afoot was more readily discernible than others.

Royal Wedding Prince Harry & Meghan, The Duke and Duchess of Sussex

Start looking at the 03:35:00 mark of this version of the BBC coverage of the Royal Wedding of Prince Harry and Meghan. As the couple begin taking their vows, Ekaterina spends her time exclusively looking down at the programme in her lap rather than look at the couple; this betrays her disapproval of their marriage and more importantly, Meghan becoming a member of the royal family. One thing of note is that this recording is a copy of the BBC coverage. The original BBC version has since been scrubbed from the internet; if only because a year after the wedding and the time at which the BBC version was scrubbed, it had been viewed more than 30M times; however, to that point, the BBC’s 2011 coverage of The Royal Wedding of Prinz Wilhelm and Prinzessin Ekaterina had garnered less than 15M views. Today, 2023, that 12 year old video sits on the royal family’s website and has garnered over 49M views; obviously, that is a combination of Meghan haters and the royal family aggressively jacking up the numbers. Of course, there is a ten-year old ABC (American Broadcasting Corporation) coverage of the now Waleses’ wedding, hosted by Barbara Walters, Diane Sawyer & Robin Roberts, which has just passed the 500k mark. The royals lie about everything, just as their Instagram page always artificially had a higher following that The Sussexes’ now defunct Instagram page. You can never underestimate how utterly petty, TRH Prinz & Prinzessin of Wales are. Prince Edward, like Doria Ragland, Ben and Jessica Mulroney and others were there to witness a marriage and looked at the couple throughout as they exchanged vows; not so, Caligula II, Wilhelm and Ekaterina.

Cambridges & Cornwalls Openly Gossip & Ridicule Blacks, Yanks, Meghan & Harry

Now jump ahead to 04:00:00 on the same video of the Sussexes’ wedding, at this point, having signed the registry, both Caligula II & Doria are returned to the quire. As the gifted cellist Sheku Kanneh-Mason starts the final of three pieces, Wilhelm, Caligula II, Milonia Caesonia and Ekaterina commence throwing shade at The Sussexes and Meghan’s culture. This they openly did before Elizabeth II, the world; moreover, this they did to the very shrewdly observant film industry professionals, who directly sat opposite them. Again, the senior royals quite arrogantly have neither couth nor awareness. Caligula II, Wilhelm, Milonia Caesonia and Ekaterina behaved at Harry & Meghan’s wedding not as persons who were concerned about Meghan being a bully. By their open ridicule of Meghan, Harry and Meghan’s culture, they betrayed to the world that they did not care for Meghan and were already having great fun at Meghan’s expense, along with bullying and racially harassing her.

Baby Mango Man Goes Full Crazy Town

All that hatred, predatory racism, bullying from Wilhelm and Ekaterina against Meghan, resulted in Ekaterina‘s bilious womb, serving as stowaway for a rapidly reincarnated soul, likely overdosed in the immediate past-life as crazed crackhead, Louisa, straight outta Compton. There is no greater winning argument in prosecuting the case against Ekaterina as the dominatrix, bully, racial predator than the fruit of her womb as she waged psychological warfare against Meghan for being a Yank, a self-made strong woman, to say nothing of a beautiful and articulate Black woman.

*When first I saw this display, I was horrified. However, at Trooping the Colour, 2024, I saw little Louis doing his little dance and I had an epiphany. I have a data base of hundreds of historical, famous, political and persons known to self’s numerology. As I have not done Prince Louis’s Michael Overleaves, his numerology had entered the data base at his birth and that was that. As he danced his little heart out at Horse Guards Parade, I suddenly thought to look up his numerology. Everything that I said of him at this blog when originally published in October, 2023, flew out the window. This is a child with 5 energy body. They are adrenalin junkies and in that moment, I fell in love, becoming his biggest cheerleader. Think tennis ace, Cameron Norrie, gymnast Simone Biles and many other athletes. They never stand still and are the most intensely focussed kinetic energy in a human body. Of course, he was not going to quietly sit there at The Queen’s Platinum Jubilee parade; he was being overstimulated by all the colour, music and excited humans. I cannot begin to fathom what it must be like to be an expectant mum with a five energy body incoming baby in utero. Louis is a joy to the world and I certainly hope that he fares well in such a rigid institution which also happens to be a family. END.

Ekaterina: 12 Years a Fail But Oh So Soused

Ekaterina was threatened and had the tacit approval and complicity of Wilhelm in a campaign to destroy Meghan. Very telling, too, was Wilhelm‘s remarks at the first annual Royal Foundation Forum summit, of which they would be only one, as he faced inwards towards Meghan and hawkishly preyed on her, ready to scream at her after the event behind Kensington Palace walls. Like her open animus towards Meghan, there has been the one constant: Ekaterina with a drink in hand and not just for show. This, precisely, is why Damian emerged the liquored up monster.

Wilhelm, Explosive Bully. Prince Harry Ever Wary of Wilhelm’s Deceit. Wilhelm Blissfully Unaware

That interlude also graphically demonstrated how groomed and hamstrung Prince Harry, in his role as spare to the arrogant, racist, ignorant Wilhelm, had become. Wilhelm it was, who remarked about being focussed on mental health and specifically suicide, more so male suicide. All that was cover, what he was in essence doing, was mind-fucking Meghan, letting her know by way of suggestion, and before the world I might add, that he wanted her to suicide… to get out of their midst. Wilhelm is after all the father of lunatic Damian. In the preceding photographs, Prince Harry looks exhausted from being bulldozed by Wilhelm & Ekaterina. At the time of his marriage, Harry still held out hope that his pa and brother would come around and accept Meghan. No, Meghan called it correctly, that was no environment in which to bring up their children. Indeed, it was not an environment in which Prince Harry should keep on living if he was to be a true father and husband to Archie and Meghan.

Meghan Gaslighted, Suicide Ideation, Racially Preyed On

Imagine that, Meghan lays bare what racist terror she experienced, at the hands of the senior royals and their lackeys, and for that, she was gaslighted and racially preyed on with even greater frenzy. The one thing racist non-Blacks, in particular Whites, cannot admit to, is that they are racist and that racism towards Blacks is not just sport but is physically, mentally, emotionally and financially damaging. Gaslighting Meghan was about having her stay and take it; goodness me, why ever would she want to leave a life of luxury, the life of a royal? But fuck it all, she flipped the script on the now Waleses. Just look at Meghan in the royal box at Wimbledon in 2019, she is looking at this inarticulate, dumb as fuck monster and thinking, whilst still breastfeeding Archie, “Bitch, I am not putting my child through this shit!”

Family: Abigail Spencer 4.8.1981 Rooster 4.3.4 = 11. Meghan 4.8.1981 Rooster 4.3.4 = 11

Ekaterina was damn confident about having her own little Prissy to slap every chance she got, to say nothing of her damn unwanted half-breed kids. No one laughs harder than a master numbered individual. Abigail & Meghan born same day, same year truly are blood. Nothing master-numbered 11s love more than laughing hysterically at damn fools. “Can you imagine? Mousy, inarticulate, dumb broad, trying to make me her bitch…” followed by the loudest gales of laughter. For an artisan soul with master number 11 like Meghan, that moment in the royal box at Wimbledon would have been like having to communicate with a mentally challenged idiot, trying to form a sentence. It took inordinate grace for Meghan to have endured all that shit, but that she did. Meghan like a strong bear had to not only secure her cub, Archie but she had to break the mindfuck that held Prince Harry captive to two of the meanest, pettiest, most pernicious dumbasses imaginable. What else can fraulein von Rictus der Gurnalot do but shapeshift into Meghan’s outfits; yet the bitch still can’t do more than mumble & fumble attempts at working a mic.

Buster Tripping the Light Fantastic Across the Cativerse

*At aged 20, Buster effortlessly passed when put to sleep at the vet’s. Just as he appears in this photo, he looked us over one last time, placed his forehead down as when blissfully dreaming, waited and like that, he slipped away in February, 2024. Sweet and blissful dreams darling, Buster. END.

Grooving & Upping the Frequency via Crystals & Music

In the near 50 years since being spiritually focussed, which has included crystals, pyramids, mediums, past-life/reincarnation exploration, I have never once met a White male or female, who has stated that they had a past life in the Americas and West Indies during slavery and were a White slaveowner – god only knows they would never possibly have been an enslaved Black. It is always the reckless abandon of lives lived in opulence in Egypt, at court in Europe or exotic locales, which may venture to China, Japan and India but never Africa where there have always been in excess of 1000 royal families and also never the Muslim Middle East.

Kerry Washington, Kelly Rowland, Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex at Beyoncé Concert

Meghan is as hated as she is, because most Whites are loath to have to address the fact that they are racist boors. More than that, most Whites are not prepared to accept, much as with Donald Trump and his devotees, that Ekaterina could be a racist White boor, which they innately know to be true.

George, Ekaterina & Wilhelm, Berkshire, 2013. Ekaterina & Elizabeth II & Elizabeth II May, 2016

The earliest outward signs that Elizabeth II was mortal appeared just after her 90th birthday. Back in 2013 at George’s birth, Wilhelm who could not then have cared less about his father, Caligula II, decamped with his new family to Berkshire and set up court at Ekaterina’s family. Ekaterina was flexing her fist; the moment that she gave birth to George, she was now the most powerful woman in the kingdom; Milonia Caesonia would never be King Mother as she Ekaterina was destined. Furthermore, Wilhelm secretly hated Milonia Caesonia. With Elizabeth II’s demise, Ekaterina knew that she would be unstoppably powerful. For now, they avoided Caligula II and afforded him little contact with his first grandchild, George. Two things then occurred, Elizabeth II’s cancer was diagnosed and Harry met Meghan. First outward sign of Elizabeth II’s cancer appeared in May, 2016, a month after her 90th birthday. Straight away, Harry pressed The Queen for her blessing to marry Meghan and knowing what vile pieces of works, Ekaterina, Wilhelm, Caligula II and Milonia Caesonia were, Elizabeth II consented and rushed them along. Elizabeth II knew that neither Caligula II nor Wilhelm would sanction Harry’s marriage to Meghan, if she did not speed up the process, owing to her rapidly deteriorating health.

Caligula II & Wilhelm von Pegged und Fisted

Before her cancer could become stage 4, the marriage of the Sussexes was planned and in the books; not before, of course, Ekaterina & Wilhelm went to war on Harry and Meghan. Meghan’s life was made a positively hellish racist nightmare that drove her to suicidal ideation, which no one gives a damn about when you are Black. Outed on Oprah, suddenly vile, lizard-lipped Ekaterina was wounded by something so base as to be accused of being a liar and a possible racist by that Yank and by someone Black. Under no circumstances do Whites give a damn about Blacks talking about racism at the hands of Whites. Suddenly, with Meghan wedded in, Ekaterina & Wilhelm fast became solidly aligned with Caligula II and Molina Caesonia. Here’s a measure of what a truly nasty piece of work Ekaterina is, she could not have given a fuck about the dead Queen, she gladly stayed behind so that Meghan could not attend Balmoral Castle. Ekaterina did not have the decency to go pay homage to the dead Elizabeth II, the most revered woman in the world; that decision tells you all you need to know about Ekaterina’s detestable character.

Elizabeth II Snubs Ekaterina & Wilhelm, December, 2020

Meghan could have gone there with Ekaterina then have Meghan stay away in a separate suite and not allowed to see The Queen’s body. However, future King Mother made it perfectly clear, she did not give a damn about Elizabeth II. Elizabeth II was dead; she was not Queen. Ekaterina was being her vile petty self, in not going to Balmoral Castle, she was saying fuck you to the departed Elizabeth II, for having snubbed her in December, 2020. In a fucked up racialised world, all everyone did, was focus on Meghan and make it about Meghan having caused a rift in the family, when it has always been Ekaterina: regurgitating, pernicious, slithering, vile monster. First act Ekaterina does on Elizabeth II’s death, is lay down the law, “I do not want that Yank, that fucking Black thing anywhere near the body. I don’t give a shit! All those damn fools will see, is how she has caused chaos in this family!”

Ekaterina Philip’s Funeral, 2021. Ekaterina’s Wedding, 2011. Ekaterina Elizabeth II’s Funeral, 2022

It worked, the FSAs were given their marching orders and the royal pantomime did a course correct. It is not entirely out of the realm of possibility that the whole thing, Elizabeth II’s death, was staged to insult and sacrifice Meghan to repair Ekaterina’s shattered and compromised image thanks to the Oprah interview. The House of Windsor performs the function of perpetuating the Virgin Mother mythology/Iconography of the White tribe. At George’s birth in 2013, Ekaterina became a Queen more powerful than Elizabeth II; Ekaterina was figuratively crowned the Queen Bee. From that moment on, she has been Queen in waiting and will ever be King Mother as she has from that moment in July, 2013 on becoming Mother/Virgin Mother/Queen Bee.

Windsor Walkabout:. Ekaterina Openly Seethes at Meghan. It Was Expulsion & Sacrifice

They are frankly that vile: Caligula II, Wilhelm, blithering idiot bigot Milonia Caesonia and most especially Ekaterina. Kill her off, avenge Diana’s murder, put her out of her misery, repay her for sanctioning that damn marriage of Harry & Meghan and crown Ekaterina with styles and titles: White Virgin Mother. Super Bitch. Queen. King Mother. Patron Saint of the Karens. Queen of the Karens. In one move, Ekaterina became Patron Saint & Queen of the Karens. Wilhelm indeed should damn well be wary of her because if he died, she would still be King Mother and it would be far better for Ekaterina if he died rather than being divorced and banished. Thousands stood for days in the elements to file past Elizabeth II’s casket at Westminster Hall, yet Ekaterina who would not have married Wilhelm without Elizabeth II’s consent, could not have given a damn to head up to Balmoral Castle and pay her respects to Elizabeth II’s corpse. With that move, Ekaterina was able to return to her role as heroine, of the wronged White woman, falsely accused of being a racist; she was once again victim, after it was challenged post Oprah interview when the lie of “Meghan made Ekaterina cry” was rather elegantly exposed by Meghan who is infinitely more shrewd than Ekaterina.. than all of them.. and they know it. Queen of the Karens in essence made it known that it was that damn Yank, Meghan, who made it impossible for her to have attended Elizabeth II’s body. The nonsense that Meghan could not go if Catherine did not, was a lie. If that were truly the case then Sophie, the then Countess of Wessex, would not have been allowed to attend Balmoral Castle and visit the dead Queen’s body; however, that she did do.

Ekaterina Perpetually, Racially Predatory of Meghan. Ekaterina Now the Most Powerful Windsor Wife

Catherine stayed behind so that with Meghan also left behind, she could confront her and be an evil, vile, psycho, mind-fucking bitch to Meghan about the Orpah interview. It would have been her one chance to do so and she would definitely have seized the opportunity to go to war with Meghan. She was still filled with animus the following day as they got ready to depart in the car at the Windsor walkabout. Ekaterina forthrightly came forward, and squared off with Meghan by looking at her then down at the ground as if to signify, you are done and truly buried; she was also most definitely hissing something from the set of her jaw and rictus grin. There was no equanimity or truce with the Windsor walkabout. Meghan having been confronted the day prior at Windsor by Ekaterina, who declined to go to Balmoral Castle, because she wanted to confront Meghan, looked yet again exhausted for being around 9 energy bodied Ekaterina which is precisely the effect that a negatively focussed warrior soul (Ekaterina) would have on an artisan soul (Meghan).

Ekaterina, Patron Saint & Queen of the Karens

This is why Ekaterina has emerged in all of this as an icon, SWF, a great heroine – Patron Saint and Queen of the Karens. In the preceding photograph, Ekaterina is being fawned over and worshipped on the eve of Caligula II’s coronation. Naturally, as Ekaterina drove off the Yank/Negro in the royal family, everyone of those women who ‘just love her’ are gushing with love for and pride in Ekaterina because she did what was expected of her and as they would also have done of any Black woman, moving into their neighbourhood or workplace. Get rid of it! And oh what great sport they would have in doing so, which is precisely why Meghan shared the soul-crushing suicidal ideation that she experienced for being subjected to the unrelenting racial animus from Wilhelm & Ekaterina and all the lisping racist sycophants of theirs both within the royal households, J’anusz der Schmeckel-Snitz et al, and the FSAs.

Unhinged Loon Hiding In Plain Sight.

Just as she sat there gurning like a blasted loon whilst the fruit of her toxic womb embarrassed the shit out of her before the world at the Platinum Jubilee Parade – remember how she laughed at Meghan and her culture at the Sussexes’ wedding, so too she fakes it through royal life, being the new, beloved White goddess – Queen of the Karens and killing off Elizabeth II’s image/iconography for all time. Truth be told, Ekaterina is more damaging to the monarchy/Britain than Andrew, Duke of York. When growing up in the Caribbean, I used to visit my aunt in St. Croix – where incidentally I experienced by first racially predatory attack by mainland Whites whose father was a local judge. On Sunday afternoons, my aunt’s church used to go to have service at a senior care home where there also were disturbed youth, some cerebral palsy; at the time, all the residents were Whites. There were Whites in St. Kitts, it was, though, the first time that I had experienced mentally-afflicted, institutionalised young persons. It was sheer madness. I found the experience each time so confusion, I wanted to empathise with them yet all they did was react to us for being Blacks as though we were freaks… seriously.

Ekaterina Boozed Up & Predatory. Banned Paul Emsley Portrait. Caligula II’s Scottish Enthronement

There was one woman there, a patient, who had about half an inch worth of forehead and the largest gums. All she did was hide from us, as we were Blacks, then would gurn and hiss at us, then run away and hide some more whilst laughing her truly lunatic skull off. Fifty plus years later, I always think of that disturbed woman whenever I see Ekaterina gurning. Indeed, as Meghan told Oprah, “the reality is nothing like it seems.” 9s are shrill and borderline unhinged when focussed on being adversarial to whomever they’ve chosen to target and never ever do they cease targeting the subject of their focussed animus – this is precisely why Ekaterina has transposed her racially predatory bullying and harassment of Meghan via cannibalising her through clothing et al.

Make It The Motherfuck Make Sense

How now, sweet little darling, you are still an embarrassing, inarticulate bore who is as charismatic as sodden cardboard. Nothing like a weak, insecure woman; she will destroy everyone around her. Going after Meghan has come at the cost of her marriage and her thirdborn’s mental health. Louis validates that not only is she a drunk but she is that queer oddity, the functionally unhinged; clearly, for Prinz Wilhelm, it has become a total trip and exhaustive buyer’s remorse. Prinzessin Ekaterina for being a meanspirited bully, to say nothing of racist boor, has betrayed her culpability by having waged a racially charged, bullying campaign against Meghan.

Texts Between Ekaterina & Meghan as Shared in Prince Harry’s SPARE

It is clear from the text message shared in Prince Harry’s searing memoir, SPARE, that Ekaterina was hellbent on breaking and sadistically owing Meghan; Meghan of course was professional and infinitely gracious. Nothing of that exchange suggests that Ekaterina is predisposed to crying. She is of coalmining pedigree and exposed to power, she has become drunk on power and corrupted of spirit. Nothing in that text exchange points to Meghan being a bully and a bitch but yeah, the Waleses control the narrative in the tabloids. How fucking bored must one be to be indulging in this petty BS, save of course if you’re bigoted boors, you will act exactly as Prinz Wilhelm and Prinzessin Ekaterina have.

Abigail Spencer 4.8.1981 Rooster 4.3.4 = 11, Fraulein von Rictus der Gurnalot und Mumbleweiss

The psychology of this vindictive, archly petty, shitty excuse for a woman is pretty obvious. Knowing that Abigail Spencer was born on the same day, same year as Meghan, she targets Meghan by wearing the exact dress as Abigail wore to Meghan’s royal wedding. This served as the opening salvo in her long running soft cannibalisation of Meghan through the tabloids by way of her choice of clothing.

Meghan Carries Portmanteau, Followed Thereafter by Ekaterina Doing Same

Now fraulein von Rictus der Gurnalot takes her psychotic stalking directly to Meghan after the Oprah interview when Meghan and Harry were successfully received at the Global Citizen Festival in New York City’s Central Park, five months later in September, 2021. Naturally, the gurning bully showed up to an event, carrying a portmanteau, mimicking and ridiculing Meghan.

Meghan Remembrance at Cenotaph, 2019. Ekaterina Remembrance at Cenotaph, 2021

As a result of the Oprah interview in March 2021, Prinzessin Ekaterina wears a broad downturned hat at the Cenotaph in November, 2021 after Meghan had done so in 2019, Ekaterina‘s obsession is febrile as for one thing, Elizabeth II was close to dying, she has been beyond livid that her true ugliness has been exposed in the Oprah interview.

St. Paul’s Cathedral Queen’s Platinum Jubilee Service, June 2022

Elizabeth II’s Platinum Jubilee Celebrations. Of course, timing being everything, her long reign turned farcical towards its closing hours. For having outed them on Oprah, now comes the revenge. Not only are they now non-working royals – whatever the blasted motherfuck that is? – but they also do not get to stand on the balcony – oh boo-fucking-hoo. Then, if that’s not enough, to drive home what petty fuckers they all are, they have that blasted rhino-stumped heifer, Baroness Marie-Christine der Blackamoor Brooch sat in the row behind the then Prince of Wales and his miserably wedded heir, with Meghan and Harry sat across the aisle and directly in front of Caligula II’s up skirt/kilt Battyman even though with Elizabeth II still breathing, the kilted stud has as yet begun living openly with his debauched and buggered lover, Herr Fatty-Fingers.

Love Is In the Air… Up Skirt & Musky As All Hell

There was the lover, apprenticing up skirt Elizabeth II’s poopy-smelling frockcoats in June, 2022 and a mere five months later, there was he in November, 2022 sat in the royal box at the British Royal Legion’s Festival of Remembrance at Royal Albert Hall.

Meghan The Duchess of Sussex Speech in Full at One Young World Summit, 2022

Harry & Meghan, The Duke & Duchess of Sussex

Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex delivers speech at One Young World Summit in Manchester, England on the eve of Elizabeth II’s death, September 2022. This, in a mere three months, gives Ekaterina, the bullying, power mad, gurning loon the idea to outdo Meghan. Look for sycophant Sir Bod Geldof hardly rise as Meghan takes to the lectern.

Prinzessin Ekaterina von Rictus der Gurnalot und Mumbleweiss Suffers Charisma Implosion

Ekaterina von Rictus der Gurnalot und Mumbleweiss & Wilhelm von Pegged und Fisted

Elizabeth II is now dead and buried and Prinzessin Ekaterina von Rictus der Gurnalot und Mumbleweiss has been getting all the King’s RADA sycophants to try and make a half decent silk purse of this limp, sodden sow’s rectum – god how they must sit around, as actors are wont to do, hysterically shrieking at what a dumb twat she is. Shocker, there she was, wearing an electric red pantsuit as Meghan had months earlier, to also give a keynote address. Somehow, this obsessive boor thinks that for mimicking Meghan, she was suddenly going to be possessed of intellect, eloquence and prove remotely charismatic – fraulein gurn und mumble indeed.

C’est très Charmant, Mais Oui, Non. Chile It Speaks with Its Hands!
Keep Your Damn Hands Out of Spike Lee’s Face!
Wilhelm Is Just Biting Off His Lower Lip. There’ll Be More Shouting for That Performance

Together. Our Community Cookbook Forwarded by HRH The Duchess of Sussex

Meghan, The Hague April, 2022, Transparent Racial Predator Ghouls, Grenfell Tower June, 2022

Summer 2022, Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex accompanies Prince Harry to the Invictus Games at The Hague. June 2022, on the fifth anniversary of the Grenfell Tower, Ekaterina attended the ceremony, though at the time, and I was in London during the Grenfell Tower fire, Ekaterina did not look over her shoulder. Of course, she could have sent the newly minted Duke & Duchess of Edinburgh, but Ekaterina as ever had to make a point and tear her flat arse in Meghan’s face. Meghan wears Chanel flats to Invictus Games in 2022, so Prinzessin Ekaterina goes to Grenfell Tower ceremony where Meghan had launched the Together cookbook to assist the devastated residents of Grenfell Tower as another way of letting Meghan know, “Bitch you can run to Oprah all you want, I got you out of here, you are not here and I will never let you back!” So petty is the goddamn gurning loon, Ekaterina, with the little baby Mr. Mango freak, Damian. Just as in January, 2023 and June, 2022, Ekaterina takes the time to directly look into the camera as she bullies Meghan – mostly her racist Karen flock and the FSAs. Prinzessin Ekaterina is saying “fuck you” Meghan whilst looking directly into the camera, thereby betraying how miserably she has failed to own and control Meghan. Her vacuous life passed, plotting and scheming how next to cannibalise/stalk Meghan by way of clothing, shoes at charity appearances.

Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex Wears Signature Aquazurra Bow Tie Heels

Ekaterina on the Eve of Caligula II’s Coronation. Meghan Duchess of Sussex Queen Elizabeth II’s Funeral. Alpaca-Faced Baby Mama, Coronation

Meghan, having quite had enough of small island, small-minded bitches, turned her back on the racist island kingdom. Left to stew in their venom, who could possibly be surprised by SWF Ekaterina on the eve of the coronation saying fuck you to Meghan, who was declined an invitation, by wearing the Aquazurra bow tie heels, which previously Ekaterina had never owned or worn. This woman, Ekaterina, is so immensely petty. How indeed could Meghan not have been driven to suicidal ideation when harassed and lynched by this out-of-control, power mad, racist woman of coalmining pedigree?

With Meghan leaving Spotify under super agent Ari Emanuel, naturally, both Spotify and the Waleses had something to celebrate. Having taped an episode for Shrek & co.’s podcast, they cunningly made sure that the event took place in the same drawing room at Windsor Castle – god only knows there is only one drawing room in Windsor Castle – as the official portraits of Harry & Meghan’s wedding. Naturally, they waited to air said sports podcast, to coincide with the opening of Prince Harry’s Invictus Games in Dusseldorf as a way to overshadow the Games but also to telegraph to Harry & Meghan that they were history; they were being whitewashed from royal history. Of course, good old Shrek just had to go and remind us that Ekaterina is a blasted drunk who is Queen of beer pong.

Meghan at Invictus Games The Hague 2022 Catherine Rugby World Cup France 2023

The next day, Ekaterina who had now replaced Prince Harry as patron for English rugby union was at their match in France at the Rugby World Cup, 2023. Naturally, as Harry was being erased, Ekaterina just had to wear a white pantsuit, clutch and similar round pendant necklace as Meghan had the summer prior at the Invictus Games at The Hague.

Meghan NAACP Image Awards, Feb 2022. Ekaterina Being Functionally Unhinged Dec 2022

Earlier during Black History Month at the start of the pandemic, Harry & Meghan picked up an award at the NAACP Image Awards for their humanitarian work. Fast forward, et voilà, as predictable as a monkey jacking off, there reliably is the fucking sodden cardboard psycho, sporting the same outfit; there can certainly be no mistaking, who ape batshit crazy Damian’s mother is. All this does raise the very pertinent question, how interested is Ekaterina in these charities, if clearly a major reason for showing up, is to further her psychotic aggression against Meghan?

Royal Wedding of HRH Princess Eugenie & Jack Brooksbank, October 2018

HRH Prince Eugenie’s wedding to Jack Brooksbank afforded further insights to the dynamics of the relations between the royal princes and their wives. At the 50:20 minute mark, both TRH Duke & Duchess of Sussex arrived, followed immediately after by TRH Duke & Duchess of Cambridge. It was a hurried affair and likely there were some hisses once waiting to enter the quire and be sat before the world’s gaze. The senior ducal couples are sat in the quire, Prince Harry sat between his wife, Meghan and sister-in-law, Ekaterina. Meghan ever ‘on’ busies herself whilst avoiding Ekaterina’s hissing/sniping and chats with Zara Tindall.

Prinz Wilhelm Restrains Reptile Ekaterina. Prince Harry Foils Pregnant Meghan from the Evil Boor

At the 01:05:50 mark of said video, Meghan can be seen chatting with HRH Princess Anne, The Princess Royal sat to her immediate left as she has no desire to lean across Prince Harry and chat with the fork-tongued, slithering, power mad coalmining offal. Then at the 01:06:55 mark, behind Sarah, Duchess of York & HRH Princess Beatrice, Ekaterina is seen tapping Prinz Wilhelm on the left thigh, he holds her right hand and she goes on to neurotically rub his thigh, as he restrains her inner hissing. Of course, at this point, Wilhelm & Ekaterina are both aware that Meghan is with child and you can bet, the campaign was already begun to drive Meghan mad, have her either miscarry or suicide. They do not want an Octoroon in their family. Just imagine, a curly afroed ginger, Archie would be the obsession of the British tabloids to the exclusion of Ekaterina’s own not-the-swiftest-of-souls sons, though to be sure sure, Charlotte does fire on all engines. Early days yet, for Meghan it was just smile serenely and carry on. Prinz Wilhelm was of course, restraining his venomous wife who was utterly opposed to Meghan being in their midst and wanted her gone. For his part, Wilhelm is still his mother’s son and Meghan is his brother’s wife.

Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex, Princess Henry of Sussex

Meghan, the most powerful Windsor wife, since her soul was previously incarnate as a female member of the British monarchy, Margaret Beaufort, Tudor matriarch. The importance of Meghan in this current drama is not easily disguised, though, there is a great effort exerted to distract from the truth. At the heart of Meghan’s lynching is the fact that the royals of The House of Windsor have been outed as racist boors. This was not easy for Elizabeth II as she spent her entire life projecting the image of the great matriarch of the Commonwealth and all its disparate races. Meghan was supposed to have sustained that legacy and been the bridge to the Commonwealth when racist Prinz Wilhelm & Prinzessin Ekaterina had no desire to make forays into predominantly Black Commonwealth nations – they still have not toured one of the predominantly Black 19 commonwealth nations in sub-Saharan Africa.

Ekaterina & Mary. Ekaterina & Stephanie of Luxembourg. Ekaterina & King Wilhelm-Alexander

Ekaterina has never once toured any of the 19 African Commonwealth nations. How do you justify being a senior royal and mother of a future Sovereign yet in 12 years of marriage never once having set foot in not one of those 19 predominantly Black Commonwealth nations? Twice she has undertaken Commonwealth tours on behalf of Elizabeth II when she was clearly no longer able to undertake such taxing tours. Instead of her lazy racist hide going on tour, Caligula II and Anne have done the lion’s share of this work and merkin-predisposed Sophie taking up the slack. Ekaterina, the Queen of the Karens, has been on tour to a mere 9 Commonwealth nations, whilst having visited 13 non Commonwealth nations. Ekaterina does not like non-Whites and most definitely, she does not like Blacks. Ekaterina, the overindulged never once had to undertake a royal tours whilst pregnant, yet there was Meghan on her first royal tour, days after it was announced that she was expectant with Prince Archie. Ekaterina has speciously claimed that she has stayed put rather than tour as she wants to bring up her kids; obviously, from the looks of Louis/Damian, Ekaterina has had little to no time to spare on the damaged fruit of her toxic womb.

Ekaterina Holding Dress Avoiding Blacks. Belize Standoff. Ekaterina Rebuffs Jamaican Olivia Grange

If 2022 were not a Jubilee year, Ekaterina would not have undertaken a royal tour of Commonwealth nations. She was loath to have to do so on Elizabeth II’s behalf. At the start of the tour, there was her outright rudeness to the local Blacks in Belize, and later in Jamaica she rudely brushed off the Minister of Sports, Olivia Grange, who tried to take her hand. Ekaterina is as common as an Ozarks redneck full of anti-Black racist venom. The white t-shirt photo perfectly captures the penny dropping moment for the racially predatory pair; if only they had not chased Meghan from the kingdom, she would be the one undertaking this damn tour to be amongst the natives, whom they are so loath to have to tolerate for a damn nanosecond.

Caligula II à La République de la France. Brigitte, Milonia Caesonia & Incitatus. Milonia Caesonia in Dior

As was plain for all to see, there was Caligula II on his official visit to La République de la France with his lover, the kilted Incitatus openly walking alongside Madame Brigitte Macron & Milonia Caesonia on the Champs-Élysées no less. Of course, having Meghan perpetually, unrelentingly lynched takes the spotlight off debauched and buggered Caligula II. Meghan has to be hung from a tree and the White tribe get its jollies so that god forbid Milonia Caesonia should be booed or openly rejected for the pain she caused the beloved Diana, Princess of Wales. Too, Meghan serves the purpose of keeping whispers of the kilted Incitatus being more than Caligula II’s equerry at bay. No need to have whispers persisting as to why Caligula II lives apart from Milonia Caesonia with the virile Incitatus at Highgrove. I for one, as I flatly replied to friend, don’t give a damn what her Dior cost but I do care to know what it cost to replace all that shattered glass at the Palais de Versailles!

Serena Ohanian-Williams. Meghan, HRH The Duchess of Sussex. Abigail Spencer, NYC Baby Shower.

No matter how much Caligula II and his henchmen in the media cast their nets far and wide, they will never be able to affect Harry and Meghan’s success and happiness. One thing that they will never do, is remove Harry & his heirs from the line of succession as some of the media racist boors bleat on. The moment they do any such thing, their greatest fear would be realised: a memoir of Meghan’s detailing the racist abuse that she suffered at the hands of senior royals. Meghan knows her power, this is why she does not set foot anywhere near the lot of them when charitable work takes her to England.

Harry & Meghan with Oprah Winfrey. David Foster & Prince Harry. Meghan & Harry with Kevin Costner

More than all that, showbiz is all about knowledge and the power of secrets; the land of make believe, is all about power to ruin someone by exposing their secrets. Everyone in Hollywood knows the goods on the senior royals at this point. The baby shower in New York City in February, 2019 was for Meghan to decompress from the racist maelstrom that she faced whilst pregnant. Ekaterina & Wilhelm wanted her to suicide; Meghan needed a break from Wilhelm and Ekaterina’s campaign of convincing Meghan that she was carrying Rosemary’s Baby – talk about irony as per Damian’s coming at at the Platinum Jubilee. Talk about karma; they serve up their petty seating for the Sussexes and the next day the universe had the last laugh as Damian, finally let out of his cage, pissed on and humped the dominatrix’s leg.

Tracy Robbins. Sophie Grégoire-Trudeau. Kelly McKee Zajfen.

Lindsay Roth. Misha Nonoo-Hess. Delfina Blaquier

Oprah stated that there was a lot more tape to that interview. Tyler Perry pointedly stated that there was a lot more that Meghan could have said in her Oprah interview, which would have proven injurious to the House of Windsor’s senior royals. David Foster’s wife is Katherine McPhee who went to the same high school as Meghan. The Fosters know the senior Mulroneys, plus Ben and Jessica, not to mention Sophie Grégoire-Trudeau & husband, Prime Minister Justin Trudeau. All these people socially overlap and at their level of society, they rarely ever have fallings out – relationships and connections are of immense financial worth. These are, on the whole, tight, well-guarded, upper social strata bonds that transcend politics and social whims.

Molina Caesonia, Caligula II, Prinz Wilhelm von Pegged und Fisted, Prinzessin Ekaterina von Rictus

No matter what the dog whistling Windsor media henchmen speciously allege on their silly little island, they have no power and their unmasked truth is a known open secret, which makes it the most bankable commodity in Hollywood. Meghan is a devastating threat because with her departure and by taking Harry and their children with her, the House of Windsor is suddenly exposed as utterly vulnerable and frankly irrelevant.

Vichyssoise. Brown Sugar & Butter Roasted Squash. Ossobuco on Roasted Pine Nuts & Baby Carrots

Back in late spring of 1987, Merlin and I hosted an old friend of mine to dinner at our Cabbagetown home. Back in the late ’70s, Ivan was an eccentric artist: painter, sculptor and former dancer from New York City. He lived a rather bohemian theatrical life in a loft across Markham Street from Ed Mirvish’s Honest Ed in Mirvish Village. One day, after I had been by for tea and great conversation, he took me across the street and introduced me, grandly stating that I was now going to start working for them that very day, and I did. Eventually, I was off to Winnipeg to study dance which proved the most soul-crushing, racist experience imaginable. I remember sitting there in the theatre, the house lights going down and the full dress rehearsal for Romeo & Juliet was begun. The only Black in the school, I also had the humiliating experience of being the only student who was not allowed to take part in the production. I was crushed and this was after having suffered the indignity of having another male in the school piss into my locker’s grated door into my shoes and socks, which meant having to venture home in -30°C and colder in the driven snow in piss-sodden socks that were frozen to my feet by the time I made it home from the then studios on Portage to my tiny apartment on Assiniboine. That late spring, Merlin and I slaved away in the kitchen, prepping for dinner with Ivan. As a rule, I never once cooked a meal for any of Merlin’s friends; most of all, none of his friends were ever invited when I had friends of my own to dinner. We started with vichyssoise, followed by halved, baked squash with butter and brown sugar, into which was placed purple rice smothered in melted white cheddar and slivered almonds. The main course was Merlin’s favourite, the most sublime ossobuco sat on a bed of liqueur-sautéed pine nuts and adorned by baby carrots. Ivan was a great raconteur, with the loudest, most irreverent fuck-that laugh, and a ravenous appetite; it was always good to host him and repay his kindness from the decade earlier; moreover, Merlin genuinely loved his company.

Chicago. Halved Lobster Meal. Washington D. C.

Ivan it was who had introduced me to a wealthy friend of his, who was a patron of the arts and lived in Chicago, New Orleans and Washington D.C. He thought that my experience in Winnipeg was ridiculously hellish and I needed to get out. Naturally, his friend’s lover got wind of my existence then called the school and reported, “Ms. Thang was trying to thief her man!” This was great ammunition for the school’s principal who treated my existence in class as though I were truly invisible. Next, the scheming, bigoted principal, an ex-lover of whose told me that I would never get into the company so arch was his hatred of Blacks, went all out to exterminate me. He then set me up with someone for lunch whom I assumed was the hotel manager at the local Holiday Inn. Large-bodied but kind and reserved, I replied after he asked why I was not eating, starved though I was, that my mother’s name was Miriam, a Jew and we neither ate pork nor shellfish. The halved whole lobster before me truly made me feel nauseous. He called a waiter, had it replaced and asked where I was from as I ravenously tucked in whilst schooling him on Nevis. He then gave me his business card and that of the banquet supervisor. Days later, I called him a few times to thank him for getting me the job of waiter/bartender at the hotel – god only knows I was at 105lbs dying on a diet, noon and night, of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I then had a sit-down interview with the school principal, who let me know that there was a complaint against me for repeatedly calling my host at lunch in the hotel. Imagine that, calling someone to say thanks for their kindness and getting me a gig, is deemed suspect? All along, I had assumed that he was the banquet manager, it was Ivan who told me that that manager, Izzy Asper, was one of the richest Canadians who owned the damn hotel! Furthermore, the principal then took it on himself to announce to the whole school that it did not reflect well on him and his school to have students with sugar daddies or any student aggressively looking for sugar daddies in his school. Looking back, the thought that the principal actually used Mr. Asper as bait to accuse me of being a male whore when the gentleman was not remotely Queer, was truly repugnant to me.

Mirvish Books on Art, Mirvish Village. Christina’s World, Andrew Wyeth, MoMA. New Orleans.

Years earlier whilst Merlin was in Toronto filming Fraggle Rock at the CBC studios with Jim Henson, I was still resident in New York City, dancing and spending much time with milliner Frederick Jones & former dancer, Attila Isaksen, who had the greatest feet of any dancer I have ever seen, male or female. Attila laughed at life and was a great spirit whose brief dance career took him from Houston to New York City. Attila born March 7, 1955 had two numbers in common with me and was also possessed of master number 11 – he is also an artisan soul like me and an entity mate. Attila thought that my experience in Winnipeg was beyond absurd. One evening after we had had more fantastic sex, we sat in the tub talking, laughing and sipping on red wine before more robust noisy sexual play. “How did you manage to survive that penal colony, my god?” Attila asked to which we both roared. Of course, I then shared with Attila how I charmed the school principal into giving me the job of school custodian, which he gleefully accepted – never underestimate the stupidity of ‘Whites,’ rather than Caucasians, who are ever convinced that one is never possessed of intellect for being Black. I then proceeded to master cleaning the place in record time, when I had figured out how to do the four hour gig in 1.5 hours, I then set about scouring the school principal’s notes that he kept of all students. Indeed, he dismissed me as unaware and not company worthy. More than that, I got keen insights to his opinions of male students, especially the not remotely Gay ones, of whom he seemed ever keen on grooming – breaking them in. Attila, naturally, was not surprised at any of this; it is par for the course in the dance world.

Soul Crooners: Barry White. Al Green & Teddy Pendergrass

Going on, I then told Attila of my casual lover who lived just off Pembina Highway in the city’s south end. I spent at least two weekends per month with him for about a year. He was a tall, jet-black Jamaican nurse, whose house was covered throughout in plastic as he collected two of every item of furniture, the spare one to be eventually shipped home to Jamaica where he would build a house and retire – this is not as uncommon as one would assume. I shared how after each fuck, I felt splayed and truly as if paralysed from the hips down. Randomly, Attila asked if I was familiar with Andrew Wyeth’s paintings; indeed, I wasn’t then familiar. Devon Bradford had the largest, thickest, big Black cock, I have ever seen; it felt arousing of spirit each time to see what my tiny body had just conquered. Attila shared that I was correct in my observation that truly big-dicked Black men always played damn good soul music to hypnotise you into a spectacular, memorable fuck – Attila’s lovers were all Black. We howled at how many times we had heard the same Barry White, Teddy Pendergrass and Al Green songs; Attila of Scandinavian heritage, by way of Minnesota, had the thickest cock and his arms were covered in the same blonde forest of fur as Prince Harry’s. The next weekend, on a Saturday afternoon, Philip took me to MoMa for my first visit and guided me by the hand with his blindfold covering my eyes. We stopped, he removed the blindfold and we both erupted in hushed giggles. There before me was Andrew Wyeth’s Christina’s World, which perfectly reflected how, having shared with Attila, I felt each time after a soul-jousting fuck with Devon in cold, hellish, racist Winnipeg. Attila thought that I should have lived with Devon, who wanted to put me through nursing school; then again, said I, I would not have met him or Merlin. “Sooner or later that fucker is going to crawl into his casket and rot in hell, eating every pope’s arse,” I quietly told Attila of the racist school principal. Vaffanculo! In short order, Attila and I were returned to marvellously hot sex. There is no doubt in my mind that Meghan’s experience, for being the first Black to have married into the royal family, whilst living in England mirrored and surpassed in its cruelty aspects of the racism to which I was subjected for being the only Black in that school in Winnipeg.

Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex, Whitehall, November, 2018.

Ever, I will be most fuck-all indefatigable in defending Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex against all and everyone and will remain fiercely respectful of her, Prince Harry, Doria, their children, plus the persons who form their secure inner circle… to say nothing of their journey. I stood almost directly opposite Meghan in Whitehall at the time of the preceding photograph and the hatred being directed at this human was devastating. Not since my days in Winnipeg had I felt so racially smothered; Britons are vile racist boors.

Harry & Meghan, The Duke & Duchess of Sussex Invictus Games, Dusseldorf, Germany, 2023

Meghan made it perfectly clear that she will never bow or curtsey to a racist boor by staying away from Caligula II’s coronation. So there was Ekaterina with her team of lisping sycophants at the ready, waiting to see what Meghan would be wearing in Dusseldorf, to replicate it in short order. Well, fuck it! What is Ekaterina to do now? She most definitely cannot be seen wearing YSL sandals in public. Most of all, she cannot break protocol and start wearing shorts to official charity events. The strapless, metallic teal, lace midi was exquisite; most of all, there is no way for Ekaterina to cannibalise that look.

Now That’s What You Call Real Gangsta Cannibalism – Bronzer & an Afro Wig. Foxy Brown Ekaterina!

Silly Ekaterina, that’s what you get for showing up at Grenfell Tower event in June, 2022, wearing Chanel sandals and on the eve of the coronation, wearing Aquazurra bow tie heels. The only way for her to top Meghan’s look in Dusseldorf, is to show up with spray-on full body bronzer whilst wearing a curly afro wig. I would truly piss myself shrieking and you know that Ekaterina is both desperate and competitive enough to do just that.

How to Go Hooking and Sporting; ie Ekaterina Getting the Job Done Whether Bagging Prince or Lover

Everyone keeps carping on about how Ekaterina was so bullied and stressed out by Meghan. Bullshit! Ekaterina is an utterly vapid, shallow, embittered power mad cannibal with the famished soul of a dominatrix. Damn Ekaterina, Meghan is not your bitch to be either pegged or fisted by your febrile, sadistic, terrorising campaigns.

And the Mirror Cracked. Ekaterina’s Mask Slips

Silly woman, didn’t it ever occur to you, Ekaterina, that hating Meghan, is like pulling the pin on a grenade and forgetting to toss it? These mad amateurs think that they can simply demonise Meghan in the media and somehow, they will prove the first time in human civilisation that there aren’t two sides to this historic royal story. Ekaterina has never been on tour whilst pregnant; however, Meghan is shipped off to Australia on tour early during her first pregnancy. Further, whilst she is away in October, 2018 J’anusz der Schmeckel-Snitz is put up to write to Valery “The Fly” du Bout and allege that Meghan was a bully. Prinz Wilhelm & Prinzessin Ekaterina are to their supporters much like Donald Trump is to his followers; regardless the obvious facts, only their warped account of reality sans factual evidence matters and their race, Meghan’s race and that the FSAs certainly see to it.

J’anusz (Pronounced Anus, the J’ Is Silent) der Schmeckel-Snitz aka Herr J’anusz der SS.

As Wilhelm is not the swiftest of souls (3 & 2) he has left himself fully exposed as the complicit architect of so much of this absolute shitefest. If you cannot get the marriage cancelled – Thomas Markle Sr. slipped up on Live Australian TV and said that J’anusz der Schmeckel-Snitz had put him up to the Jerry Springer sideshow before The Sussexes’ wedding, in the hope that the wedding would be called off. In the meantime, since Meghan was pregnant, let’s apply even more pressure and hope that she either miscarries or commits suicide whilst on royal tour in the southern hemisphere. J’anusz, Wilhelm & Ekaterina’s bottom feeder, has access to the FSAs and of course, he knows too much about Prinz Wilhelm’s pegged & fisted proclivities.  For this reason, J’anusz has proven himself indispensable and as soon as Elizabeth II died, he is appointed by Wilhelm himself as an lieutenant of the Royal Victorian Order, in December 2022. The little Texan cactus (now there’s a butt plug) merely acted on his own, regarding that email which highlighted Meghan’s alleged bullying of staff, which Prinz Wilhelm von Pegged und Fisted releases J’anusz to go afford the court in a bid to assist the Fail on Sunday in its case against, Meghan – Meghan of course won because the courts saw how utterly amateurish and exposed Wilhelm & Ekaterina have left themselves in this entire tawdry affair. Since then as his secrets are too potentially damaging of the Waleses’ marriage and reputation, J’anusz has now become a major appointee at the vanity Earthshot Prize, which is about as meaningless as Wilhelm shucking oyster or was that a diamond encrusted dog tail butt plug that he was in search of? If J’anusz had to be seduced and bedded to get him to go after the senior Markles then so be it. Now like old Etonians, they are practically inseparable, J’anusz even climbing in next to him on the recent boys’ trip to New York City.

Wilhelm & Ekaterina, 2010. Prince Caligula & Diana Princess of Wales, 1981. Wilhelm & Ekaterina, 2021

Let’s face it, Ekaterina, every day is one day closer to the Prime Minister standing in Parliament and announcing that: “It is with regret that Buckingham Palace announces that the Prince & Princess of Wales are to be separated.” Ten years on, and Ekaterina could not directly look into the camera. Notice, too, Wilhelm’s arms no longer wrap completely about Ekaterina’s body ten years on. So glad that Harry let Prinz Wilhelm have their mother, Diana, Princess of Wales’ sapphire engagement ring; the damn thing is clearly cursed.

“All of Me, Why Not Take All of Me…” Sing It, Peggalicious. Wreath Laying in India.

Just look at that two-way pegged and fisted byway being flagrantly advertised; what does J’anusz der SS not know? Indeed, what debauched peggalicious fun did J’anusz and Wilhelm get up to in New York City from which Ekaterina was banished so that boys and lovers could be pegged and fisted boy and lovers. Naturally, J’anusz has conveniently been handsomely placed at Earthshot Prize, making his companionship less likely to arouse suspicion. What’s more, Ekaterina is not going to Singapore because at the end of the day, Diana is not Ekaterina’s mum, she is Harry’s mum.

Wynton Marsalis solo Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra at Massey Hall 2025

Summer is Jazz season and boy has it been great this year. Here is enduring favourite, Wynton Marsalis leader of the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra intoxicating the soul with his brilliant creative genius. Jazz is Love. Jazz is Life. Jazz is Art most rare!

The Cannibalising Racial Predator Exposed

So in the week of the French President’s state visit to the UK, during which the Prince & Princess of Wales kept the Macrons waiting for over 10 minutes before arriving, our 1851 Trust patron #ladylegswideopen was irrefutably outed as having waged a years-long campaign of stalking Meghan Sussex by way of cannibalising her through fashion. Trust TikTok creator @matta_of_fact to have sorted it all out. Yes, indeed, Natasha “Tash” Archer announced that she was leaving her post as chief stylist to Catherine, The Princess of Wales after a fifteen-year association to go start a consultancy of her own. What then unfolded was making her, as ever, private Instagram account public. However, in the process of doing so, “Tash” did not take the time to cull her following list before actually going live/public. As a result, it was revealed that all Catherine’s predatory Orca-like fashion copycatting of Meghan, post Megxit, were done for stalking all Meghan’s design and clothing. What this reveals is how truly obsessed both William and Catherine are with that fucking Black Yank whom they cannot stand; they’ve been in a blind white-hooded rage at the every move that Meghan makes. This, of course, also blows wide open the campaign of hostilities and lies from the Fleet Street henchmen, being directly orchestrated by the gruesome, racist twosome whose offices remain Kensington Palace but who knows exactly where they live as their separate lives continue unaffected.

Chris Jackson & Natasha Archer

I am inclined to think that as Natasha has resigned, it likely means that there has been a falling out and that she was being relieved of her duties. This might well be because the rift between the Waleses is that severe. Further, the fact that Natasha would do something as self-destructive as go public with her following list exposed, seems to me to be a way of Natasha to reveal to the world that her boss, Catherine is a bully and serious stalker of Meghan’s. There is no such thing as happenstance and I think that this amateurish embarrassment is totally deliberate on Ms. Archer’s part. Either way, it has served to validate what I have stridently stated, based on the overleaves and numerology involved, all along about who Catherine is, which is why I chose to devote at least one blog to the cannibalisation of Meghan by Catherine. This whole think has left Catherine exposed as a vile deranged, petty, single White female of the most venal kind. At the end of all this, I think that likely Olivia Buckingham, Vogue Hong Kong editorial contributor and stylist for Princess Beatrice will step into the void created by Ms. Archer’s departure… if, indeed, she has not yet already done so.

Recently, Catherine went around to a cancer recovery centre and talked her usual hand jive, jive sucker bullshit, making noise and saying sweet fuck all. Let’s face it, Catherine has no more had or has cancer than she is a paragon of sophisticated elocution – stomach surgery is not uncommon for anorexics. There she was in a camel pinstriped Ralph Lauren, which two years prior, Meghan was seen wearing the exact blouse. All the while, she has Lady Fuckamere’s trolls at Fleet Street abattoir, Daily Mail, dissing and doing her catty, racist bidding.

Catherine 2023 & Meghan 2018 Catherine 2018 & Meghan 2018 Catherine 2020 & Meghan 2018

Catherine 2022 & Meghan 2018 Catherine 2021 & Meghan 2018 Catherine 2022 & Meghan 2018

Catherine 2022 & Meghan 2020 Catherine 2023 & Meghan 2018 Catherine 2023 & Meghan 2022

If It Looks Like Stalking…

How insecure, to say nothing of unfocussed and bored, do you have to be that you engage staff to stalk, cannibalise and vilify someone who is not English, who is not White. Good God Catherine, you became the most powerful women in the House of Windsor on July 22, 2013: Future Princess of Wales, Future King Mother, Queen! You won the damn lottery. You staked your ownership on it all, on the 4th Baron Rothschild’s 75th birthday when in that closeup through the veil you smiled at the foot of Westminster Abbey’s aisle and the world fell in love. All this petty drama is so beneath you! Rise above it; there is no way that you cannot own your part in the macabre spectacle. Alas, you are human after all.

The Notorious JTB Sounds Off

I positively love this man. He is, by far, one of the most eloquent and insightful commentators on all things Royal as it chiefly focusses on the Sussexes and the House of Windsor. He is truly a cut above most Sussex Squad commentators.

Catherine & George Arrive at Wimbledon, 2022

July, 2022, two months before Queen Elizabeth II’s death and Catherine turns up to Wimbledon to be lauded by the masses. She wears the same shoes that mimic Meghan’s Chanel flats months earlier at the Invictus Games. More than all that, look at what happens, Catherine arrives separate from William, which suggests that they were at that point, already living apart. That would certainly explain why she never showed up to Balmoral at the Queen’s passing because, she may have been staying elsewhere and therefore could not have travelled to Balmoral separately before or after William. Naturally, Meghan was made to stay behind because of protocol considerations, which proved ultimately false, was to throw everyone’s scent off of William and Catherine living apart and thus unable to have travelled to Balmoral together. Was Catherine is Bucklebury at The Queen’s passing? Was Catherine even in Mustique with the kids and therefore could not have returned in time to head up to Balmoral with William. Either way, William and Catherine’s arrival at Wimbledon separately – Catherine was actually sat next to stylist ‘Tash’ who could easily have sat in the second Range Roger with William next to Catherine and George, highlights their separate live. Obviously, Catherine and George were likely in Bucklebury at the Middleton penitentiary.

Catherine HRH The Duchess of Cambridge at Wimbledon July, 2022

A month after having attended the Grenfell Tower memorial with Prince William, Catherine sported the same shoes as then to Wimbledon finals. This she did as a racially predatory taunt of Meghan who at that point, she had successfully driven out of the Kingdom.

Meghan Invictus Games April 2022, The Hague

She wore the matching shoes as Meghan had earlier worn at the Invictus Games at the Hague in April, 2022. Catherine first wore the same designer shoes, though with heels, in June, 2022 to the Grenfell Ceremony then to Wimbledon finals in July, 2022.

Meghan, Vancouver February, 2024

Clearly, having had quite enough of that racially predatory psychopathic lush Ekaterina, Meghan turned up in long gloves, knee-high boots, and a poncho… a wardrobe combination that her stalker could never mimic… and it worked, too. Obviously, Meghan was quite aware that she was being abused by Catherine though in Montecito, even as she clearly had whilst in London, which is why they would have been permitted to relocate to Frogmore Cottage at Windsor Castle, though the apartments next door to William and Catherine at Kensington Palace had been renovated for the Sussexes’ use after having lived at Kensington Palace’s Nottingham Cottage.

Prince George of Wales, famille Galles & Catherine at Wimbledon 2025

As a sportive warrior soul, Catherine thoroughly enjoys her patronage of the All England Lawn and Tennis Club aka Wimbledon. This, I believe, is her favourite event of the year. She gets adored, especially so since having faked cancer and aced the sympathy card from the somnambulant of her tribe. She also, as is obvious above, gets to knock back a drink or more. Most of all, Catherine appears and like a silent era film ingenue, she gets to say nada, which is crucial as she is so woefully inarticulate and void either eloquence or charisma. George’s neuroses should by now have been transcended; he is about to turn 12 years old and is way too kooky; it’s made all the more glaringly obvious when anywhere near Princess Charlotte’s orbit.

Catherine presenting the Wimbledon men’s final trophy to Jannik Sinner

Back in 2024 when the palace struggled with how to unravel Catherine’s disappearance, the moment that there was mention of abdominal surgery, I immediately thought that she was clearly anorexic. Of course, conveniently it was savvy to have claimed pre-cancerous sells being treated as this would garner the desperately needed sympathy after she and King Charles III were both exposed in Omid Scobie’s Endgame as the two royal racists, which had been first exposed in Meghan’s elegantly poised interview with Oprah in March 2021. As per her disappearances and re-emergences since ‘treatment,’ it has clearly fooled the mere mortals. Having been in the world of classical dance, Catherine exhibits all the signs of an anorexic. Her 9 energy body lends itself to the rigid, focussed perfectionism and the steely will to compete and win at all costs. As Catherine is phenomenally lazy, playing the cancer card handsomely serves her agendum; it gets her out of performing royal duties and she can pick and choose the ones that she cares about and to hell with the rest. Besides, her Fleet Street henchmen will always slavishly protect her by lynching Meghan ad infinitum.

TRH The Prince & Princess of Wales at the French State Banquet 2025 at Windsor Castle

After having missed the last two state banquets, Catherine had devilishly played the lot of us. After all, separated/divorced royals are not permitted to wear tiaras. There was Catherine grinning her best Cheshire fuck you grin whilst owning the room in that gorgeous red dress by her favourite, Sarah Burton for Givenchy. No it had nothing to do with cannibalising Meghan whose wedding dress was a Givenchy – different designer; I believe Catherine chose Sarah who designed her wedding dress and made her a vision of dynastic elegance on the day. I for one was thrilled to see Catherine at the state banquet tiara adorned. Above all else, tiara-crowned Catherine meant that three young humans: George, Charlotte and Louis would not have their emotional and mental health broadsided for life by their parents divorcing. I have yet to have witnessed children of divorce not being adversely impacted by the event and for the rest of their lives too.

Princess Charlotte holding court at Wimbledon 2025

Though I don’t know her Michael Overleaves – nor Louis’s for that matter, if I had to guess, I’d say that Charlotte, like her mum, is a warrior soul. I may be wrong; it could be that she has strong warrior overleaves, casting or a warrior task companion. What I do know, though, is her numerology: 2.5.2015 Year of the Goat 2.7.6 = 6. All two energy body persons are charming, self-aware, creative and have a strong sense of theatre; Charlotte was born being ‘on.’ She keenly understands her role in the drama and commendably acts the part. Poised and like her paternal great-grandmother HLMTQ, she has a mindset of 7; strong, intuitive and a boss. Charlotte is the moment; all others are merely orbital. Like her uncle, Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex, she does have two 6s in her makeup; she like he will definitely make an interesting ‘spare’ as the institution is so intent on role assignations.

Charlotte Holds Court

Recently, a friend took me to task, demanding to know how I could feature Catherine on my Instagram when I hated her. What? I hate no one. In dreams there are no lies and who these people are is deftly mirrored in dreams. Catherine is always cool, adroit and never interacts first; neither do I, for that matter. Of all the royals of the House of Windsor, I have more dream encounters with William than any other. As he has a goal of acceptance in this life and is a scholar soul and Merlin was a scholar soul and also had a goal of acceptance, it is not surprising that I would dream of him more than others. Also, there is the matter of past-life connections, which have been positive in nature. Regardless, he has ridiculously strong overleaves in this lifetime and they are being currently expressed in the negative pole. William a 6th mature scholar, Catherine his task companion is, like Prince Harry, a fifth mature warrior. The King is also a warrior but older-souled than them all; like me, he is a seventh level mature soul. Though, I am not a warrior but an artisan soul, I am on my third life at seven level mature, in the third cadence and the third greater cadence of my entity. Three equals warrior energy so I am not your typical fluid artisan-type. I will say this that dream encounters with King Charles tend to prove chaotic. He appears centred, zen and rather buddha-like; however, it can fast turn adversarial. Older souls – fifth level mature and older – perform magic in dreams: walking through walls, rendering self invisible, or shapeshifting. I am more adept at being lucidly awakened and keenly focussed than most persons when encountered in dreams.

Daily Mail implies that Meghan cryptically wished Camilla happy birthday

Never mind that in December, 2022 Camilla’s friend, Jeremy Clarkson penned an odious editorial in The Sun, a Rupert Murdoch newspaper. Clarkson expressed his sadistic fantasy of Meghan made to walk naked throughout the kingdom and pelted with human faeces. Days later, Queen Elizabeth II not yet dead three months, Camilla hosted Clarkson and other glitterati at Mayfair’s Murano. Yet somehow, Meghan in her need to play kiss-ass house slave cryptically wished Camilla a happy birthday when in an Instastory Meghan wrote, “Sending birthday love – both near and far to my ladies.”

Camilla ridicules Inuit throat singers

How possibly could Meghan have been sending a cryptic message? Meghan’s note was unmistakable; it was addressed to ladies! In a desperate need to earn clicks, Meghan’s Instagram is preyed on then regurgitated in a bid for Daily Mail to have their racist chav readership go into a feeding frenzy. How pray tell would Meghan even countenance that woman after having been lynched in the gutter press by Clarkson then to have had said adulterer, who ruined Meghan’s mother-in-law’s marriage, fete him at Murano. Meghan has long moved on and is little-focussed on small-minded, racist, small-island dwellers.

Samara Joy Massey Hall Encore

This is the encore performance of Samara Joy’s at Toronto’s historic Massey Hall where the seminal live Jazz recording occurred 53 years earlier with Charlie Parker, Dizzy Gillespie and others. This was the most electrifying show and what truly amazes, is how much more august a performer Samara has become in the short space of a year. This was in May 2025 and in late June 2025, I drove down the 401 Highway to Montréal to get in a few performances of this year’s Toronto Dominion Bank Festival International de Jazz de Montréal. Again, I saw a Samara Joy performance, which was far superior to the Toronto performance. Ms. Joy shared that she got her big break in Montréal at said festival and it was there that she had played to more than 100 persons for the first time and with the few thousand spectators outdoors, she realised that Jazz could become a viable career. Truly blessed are we to have her focussed in the Jazz idiom. She is a remarkable performer.

Samara Joy Portrait Verve

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Superfine: Tailoring Black Style

The Met The Black Dandy 2025

Talley, André Leon 16/10/1949<O>18/1/2022

Michael: This fragment was a fifth-level mature artisan – third life thereat.  André was in the passion mode with a goal of acceptance.  An idealist, André was in the emotional part of intellectual centre. 

André’s primary chief feature was greed fixated on satisfaction and the secondary, arrogance. 

André’s body type was Jupiter/Venus. 

The fragment André is fifth-cast in the first cadence.  André is a member of greater cadence three.  André’s entity is six, cadre one, greater cadre 6 pod 414. 

André’s essence twin is an artisan and the task companion a sage who is known to him. 

André’s three primary needs were: expression, expansion and communion. 

There are 14 past-life associations with Merlin and 10 with Merlin. ­

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Fin de siècle Black dandy who was larger than life. Someone who opened doors in the worlds of fashion, design and style for Black men and Black Americans like no other. He, of course, knew and worked with Anna Wintour for decades. Through milliner Frederick Jones, who himself was a Dandy and a half, I met André whilst briefly living in New York City. Frederick was a Leo like myself, but chiefly he was a friend and lover of Merlin’s.

Anna Wintour Eminence Grise Vogue

Anna has always been on the vanguard of what matters on the cutting edge of style. Her vision is unsurpassed. Naturally, Anna wears Louis Vuitton as she did approach Pharrell Williams two years ago after his ground breaking SS 24 Louis Vuitton’s Men’s Collection show, with the idea of the Black dandy for this years Met Gala. Goodness, and how beautifully they succeeded in bringing it all together.

Dr. Monica L. Miller

Elegantly enrobed in Wales Bonner, the American author’s works were the inspiration of this year’s Met Gala exhibition and show. Superfine: Tailoring Black Style a show which highlights the extraordinary style and sophistication of the Black American aesthetic by the Black dandy from the late 18th century, to the giants of the Jazz age in early to mid-20th century, to the dandy style icons of today. Dr. Miller curated a masterful show. Mille félicitations!

Black Dandyism and the Styling of Black Diasporic Identity

Dr. Miller’s insightful book that charts the history of Black dandyism. Disponible partout.

Superfine: Tailoring Black Style

The Metropolitan Museum exhibition catalog whose show served as the theme for this year’s spectacular Met Gala.

Christian Latchman

Model Christian Latchman – he served as the muse for the cover of the Superfine: Tailoring Black Style catalog, presented in a bespoke Helena Simon. Looking every bit the enthralling dandy, he wore a beautiful large pale flower at the lapel and a faux cape beneath his cream-coloured suit.

Met Gala Grand Stairway

Having walked the Indian bespoke blue carpet, up the grand stairway beneath a shower of crystalline stars, the parade of glitterati proved an ode to Black dandy style and sophistication. And what magical style, tailoring and creative vision were on display. Let the parade of dandy fabulousness commence!

Colman & Raul Domingo

Actor, Dandy, Colman Domingo, co-chair, along with Pharrell Williams, A$AP Rocky and Lewis Hamilton, was the epitome of style, elegance and dandy panache in royal blue bejewelled Valentino cape. Perfection! Nothing says dandy like jewellery and Colman’s Boucheron iceberg necklace was truly sublime. More than all that, he’s got the best complement that any dandy could ask for, a delightful husband in the way of Raul Domingo!

Colman Domingo

Colman Domingo in publicity shot from Autumn 2024 when the theme and chairs were announced for Met Gala 2025 Superfine: Tailoring Black Style with theme being Black American dandyism. The exquisite photograph was taken by Tyler Mitchell. I love the timelessness of the theme here; Colman looks like a time-travelling dandy from centuries past.

It Ain’t Over ‘Til It’s Over – Lenny Kravitz

Lenny Kravitz, the quintessence of Black dandy – super cool and spiritually refined. Do it to me

Jodie Turner-Smith

Chameleon, superb actor, here is the always electrifying Jodie Turner-Smith rocking maroon Burberry leather with the hat, which like the cane is part the dandy’s signature style. Jodie projects the right amount of androgyny and quirky allure making her one of the most commanding Black dandies on the evening at the Met Gala 2025. Stunning! Love the fact that her richly beautiful complexion glows with the maroons and reds of her outfit and makeup.

Lenny Kravitz Open Door Architectural Digest

If this video does not capture the essence of the luxe style and sophistication of the Black dandy, I don’t know what does. Paris. A home that’s an ode to his beautiful mum, Roxy Roker. Lenny is the quintessential Black dandy: Bahamian, Black, American, Jewish…Genius.

Kravitz, Lenny 26.5.1964 Manhattan

Michael: This fragment is a sixth-level mature artisan – second life thereat – some karma to repay. Lenny is in the observation mode with goal of acceptance. A spiritualist, Lenny is in the emotional part of moving centre.

Lenny’s body type is Saturn/Mercury.

Lenny’s primary chief feature is subdued arrogance and the second chief feature is stubbornness.

Lenny is fifth cast in the seventh cadence. Lenny is a member of greater cadence seven. Lenny is a member of entity two, cadre one, greater cadre 7, pod 414 – Lenny is a cadre mate.

Lenny’s essence twin is an artisan known to him, and the task companion is a discarnate sage.

Lenny’s three primary needs are: expression, freedom and power.

There are 8 past-life associations with Arvin and 10 with Merlin.

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Diana! Diva. Legend and every Black dandy’s mama! The 18-foot cape, white, fur-trimmed hat, total theatre by African designer, Ugo Mozie of ElevenSixteen. A cape which bears the embroidered names of her children and grandchildren. Even at her ninth decade, Diana’s megastar power weaved its magic. She was, of course, accompanied by her son, Evan, in true dandy form.

Evan Ross

Evan Ross, Diana Ross’s lastborn, was dandy cool whose arm band was an ode to the ultimate Black dandy genius, Michael Jackson. Evan, too, wore Uzo Mozie. More than all that, Evan’s cool was capped off by the diamond and Columbian emerald necklace by Alok Lodha. Stunning!

Lewis Hamilton

Hamilton, along with Colman Domingo and Pharrell Williams is a co-chair of this year’s ode to Black male style, the Black dandy at the Met Gala, 2025. Lewis wore bespoke Wales Bonner with baobab flower in pink diamonds at the lapel and floral hat pin by Briony Raymond. The look was decidedly racy…. white on white on white. Spectacular.

Imaan Hammam

Our Dutch model well understood the assignment and came to court fully focussed on paying homage to the spirit of dandyism. And gosh does it work! The cinched waist, the cane, the fascinator, the partially flared-legged high-waisted trousers. The loose polka dot tie and, most of all, that devastating self-confident gaze -swagger becoming of a true dandy. Imaan is styled by Magda Butrym.

Remember the Time – Michael Jackson

Without doubt, one of the greatest most phenomenal creative geniuses and Black dandies, Michael Jackson. This video which premiered during Black history month, 1992, remains one of my favourites.

Michael Jackson 63rd Academy Awards, 1991. Sammy Davis Jr. & James Brown

The jewellery, the sheer theatricality and magic that was Michael’s creative genius. Gone all to soon. He is one of countless dandies in the pantheon of Black musical greats who’ve given so much joy and inspiration to the world; I think that this exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art serves to pay homage to these great masters of Black culture and, of course, style. Of course, key among Michael Jackson’s idols were Sammy Davis Jr. & James Brown; all three the most dashing dandies going.

Happy Pharrell Williams

If this is not the early 21st century anthem of the Black dandy, I don’t know what is. It is cool, sophistication, eloquence and elegance – all the unrivalled panache that is the Black American aesthetic.

Pharrell Williams & Helen Lasichanh

Third Met Gala 2025 co-chair, the most dynamic Black American renaissance man and dandy of the rarest order, Mr. Pharrell Williams. Black. Proud. Visionary. Game changer. Pharrell Spring-Summer 2024 Louis Vuitton’s Men’s show, spanning the River Seine, was like nothing before executed. Pharrell wears bespoke Adidas and Helen bespoke Comme des Garçons.

Men’s SS 2024 Louis Vuitton

Note perfect and the purest distillation of the Black dandy ever presented on the catwalk. That show was the most beautiful marriage of music, fashion, theatre and creative genius… the dandy, Pharrell Williams, that’s who!

Met Gala 2025 Louis Vuitton Pharrell Williams & crew

This Met Gala was just as dynamic as the Karl Lagerfeld-themed exhibition and, indeed, if ever there was a dandy, Karl Lagerfeld was quintessentially the one.

Whoopi Goldberg

Whoopi wore a bespoke Thom Browne design that deftly captured the whimsy and allure of the dandy. Older sage soul to her core, Whoopi enrobes the role of dandy for breathing life into Browne’s design.

A$AP Rocky

Cane and swagger to spare, of course, A$AP Rocky is going to bring the cool that is Hip-Hop/Rap dandyism. Dripping in diamonds: Briony Raymond diamonds on umbrella and Bvlgari diamond necklace, A$AP Rocky owned Black dandy in a suit and jacket by AWGE. He also happens to be the fourth chair of this year’s Met Gala. Superfine: Tailoring Black Style. Outstanding!

Guillaume Diop & The Isley Brothers

Principal dancer with the Paris Opera Ballet, Guillaume decked out in Valentino, ensouls the very elegant essence of the Black dandy. Guillaume and fellow Paris Opera Ballet dancer, Shale Wagman are among my favourite male ballet dancers of the current generation. And Shale is Canadian, too. Guillaume’s finger waves make him look like a time-travelling dandy member of Duke Ellington’s orchestra. The gloves and those frilly sleeves are luxe dandy and then some. Of course, Guillaume’s look is also an ode to the stylings of the Isley Brothers.

Tiffany Raja

Tiffany is a MAC makeup artist, sadly as has been the case each year, there is no co-ordinated effort by Met Gala organisers to collect data of each guest who walks the carpet. Name, designer, shoes, jewellery. That data can then be uploaded to live Met Gala site for all to see: media, public, fashion professionals. That aside, Madam outstandingly pulls off a handsome ode to dandyism. High waist pants with train, cane, top hat, feminised by net, choker jewellery. Elegance personified. This was one of the understated winners of the evening. Thus far, no idea for trawling the web, which designer styled her ensemble.

Brian Tyree Henry

The swagger, the confidence… nothing sexier. His cape by Orange Culture of Nigeria seems a fitting ode to a dandy prince at a royal court in Nigeria. The cuffs, his complexion are sheer perfection. A most stunning dandy.

Love Train Extended Remix – The O’Jays

At the soul of the Black dandy is the pulsating rhythms of music that at its core is rooted in Africa. Dandyism is about getting dressed in the finest threads and getting out there and shaking your gorgeously callipygous arse to the beats.

Janelle Monae

Janelle very effortlessly, fluidly molts, owning the character the costume requires. Here, she is in the process of shedding layers of self, becoming über dandy most ravishing. She, along with Demi Moore, did the greatest justice to the Thom Browne designs. Absolutely stunning dandy!

Stormzy

Stormzy, the musician as princely dandy works nicely for me. His presence is captivating and he rather commandingly owns his Tom Ford threads.

Alton Mason

But of course my darlings, the world’s highest paid male model is going to show the children what dandy is all about. Look at all that fierce swagger. What a body! Dandy Alton’s inordinate pulchritude is enrobed in BOSS.

Coming on strong and giving Alton a run for his dandy credentials, is the divinely beautiful Ugbad Abdi; she invokes androgyny to the max to pull off dandy cool. Love the cool delicious confidence. All that über ravissant dandy chic is cocooned in Michael Kors Collection.

Prince & The Revolution – Purple Rain

Merlin was completely, unabashedly besotted with Prince. Creative genius, androgyny and sexual confidence that was unsurpassed, Prince was the most intoxicating dandy. God only knows when Merlin was feeling especially amorous, it was always candlelight and purple rain on the stereo on repeat.

Prince. Little Richard & Jimi Hendrix

Dandy: eyeliner, pout, cane, swagger, attitude, snarl, sexual appeal to no defined gender, androgyny… yeah, that would be Prince. Prince, of course, is also part of a troika of dandies spanning decades: Prince, Little Richard & Jimi Hendrix. All of them, fluid, outspoken and phenomenal creative geniuses with more sexual mojo than Jupiter has got moons.

Tracee Ellis Ross

The super dynamic Tracee, actor, writer, producer and all-around phenom is wearing a bespoke Marc Jacobs. That snazzy headpiece proves a marvellous ode to über dandy sophistication.

Babyface & Marvin Gaye

Well, of course, Babyface is going to pull up carrying a cane. He is after all the epitome of super cool, fly and sexy dandy in the same league as style icon, Marvin Gaye. Both were/are the smoothest dandies going. Babyface here is stylishly enrobed in the vision of the dandiest of Black American designers, Mr. LaQuan Smith.

Justice Smith

Actor Justice Smith handsomely pulls off Black dandy cool with a pale Valentino suit, casually accessorised by sublime frills at the neck and sleeves. The black polka dot sleeve morphing into scarf is ingenious. The buttons and the finger waves are that extra touch that makes his a winning ode to the Black dandy.

Regé-Jean Page

This vibrant monochromatic caped Brioni look is beautifully styled as Regé-Jean makes for a commanding dandy. Love the passion of the intensely rich, hues of red; I might add that a cane and cigar would have taken his dandy to stratospheric levels of superfly cool.

LaKeith Stanfield

The commanding American actor is elegantly styled by Ferragamo. The black and white combination is nicely capped off by the white fedora and white silk scarf with red pocket square handsomely completing the dandy ensemble.

Satin Doll – Duke Ellington Orchestra
Duke Ellington

There can be no doubt who one of the most influential and dynamic Black dandies of the 20th century was, Duke Ellington. The style, elegance and his magical rapport as he seduced his audiences were legendary… and still endure. There can be no other mid-20th century icon of Black American dandyism than Duke Ellington!

Jordan Roth

Honourable mentions must go out to those who came to court to salute and celebrate the cool sophistication of the Black American dandy. Nobody does dandyism like Jordan Roth. Decked immaculately in LaQuan Smith, Jordan understood the assignment and André Leon Talley looking down, fanned himself and likely declared, “The child is fierce. The child is giving cool, sophisticated Black American dandyism par excellence!” Work it, Jordan!

Coco Jones

Here is our darling, Coco Jones giving us fierce Queen at the court of Black American dandyism. Coco was beaded and perfectly stitched by Indian genius, Manish Malhotra. Coco’s ensemble is truly a museum worthy work of art!

Maharaja of Patiala, Yadavindra Singh

Now this is next-level dandyism, at least within the context of the dandy for the Met Gala, 2025.

Diljit Dosanjh

Let’s talk about the Dravidian dandy, paying homage to Black American dandyism. Here we have actor/singer, Diljit Dosanjh dripping in jewellery as the ultimate dandy, the Maharaja! Prabal Gurung’s research and execution are unsurpassed. This is pure white peacock fanning his features with the greatest elegance. Diljit got the assignment right and knocked it out of the park! I am sure André Leon Tally was euphoric as Diljit alighted on the blue carpet.

Isha Ambani

The ever impeccable Isha Ambani is dressed by master tailor and creative genius, Anamika Khanna. As with Diljit Dosanjh’s Prabal Gurung, Isha’s progression up the blue carpet was impressive and memorable.

Jasmine Tookes

Jasmine is masterfully dressed in a bespoke dandy outfit by designer Ruth E. Carter. This ensemble works handsomely. Look at it all: canes, gloves, fedora, necktie, décolletage and those heels. Ruth definitely got the memo.

Set Design for Met Gala 2025

This tremendous set must have smelt truly beautiful. This year’s Met Gala’s theme was exquisitely executed and vibrantly came to life with the parade of souls whose presence and outfits were a loving ode to Black dandyism.

Moon Dreams – Miles Davis
Miles Davis

This creative genius and innovator of Black high culture, Jazz has always been a towering icon of Black dandyism. The supreme cool that Miles ever exuded was the higher octave of the Black dandy. A truly remarkable human!

Jon Batiste

This stratospherically creative genius owns Black dandy cool like it’s nobody’s business, which is why he deserves to be in the same league stylistically and creatively as Miles Davis. The Jon Haider Ackermann for Tom Ford suit was appropriately complemented by saxophone, just one of the many instruments he has commandingly mastered.

Sir Duke – Stevie Wonder

Stevie Wonder’s music will ever remain the pulse of Black American dandyism. A truly marvellous creative genius.

Stevie at Met Gala dressed in a black Sergio Hudson ensemble deftly brought the love and light to the celebration of the Black dandyism. The beading throughout is understated… sublime.

Snoop Dogg

Though he did not walk the Met Gala 2025 blue carpet, Snoop Dogg has always been the cool, cutting edge of the Urban Black dandy. From the cane, to the rings to fedoras the extravagant outfits, he effortlessly weaves in and out of the worlds of player pimp and dandy. Dandy swagger is always where it’s at with Snoop Dogg.

Teyana Taylor

Teyana’s spectacular ensemble is another Ruth E. Carter design. This fluid dandy hipster has seriously got it going on. The hat, cane, platforms from the 1970s, evocative of the Blaxploitation era films, starring badassed Queens like Pam Grier. The darkly brooding burgundy palette handsomely set the mood.

André 3000

Guess who’s got new music that’s about to drop? This dandy does not do subtle that’s for sure! The baby grand piano aside, André 3000 is beautifully dressed by Burberry. That’s one way to bring the music, which Jon Batiste also did… though not figuratively.

Andra Day

Andra’s a vision in electric fuchsia designed by master taskmaster, Jêróme Lamaar. The décolletage is handsomely complemented by the chandelier necklace. The opera glasses, the tiny clutch and that pinky ring atop the gloves – it is all winning high-end Dandy chic. From her big hair to her elegant matching fuchsia platforms, Andra is one hell of an engaging dandy.

Usher

Still coasting from his successful performance at the NFL Super Bowl LVIII halftime show, Usher came through in white silk scarf, cane, purple socks and a smashing Ralph Lauren suit. Smooth dandy through and through!

Megan Thee Stallion

Undisputed Queen of Hip-Hop, Megan Thee Stallion was all bombshell fabulousness. Just look at how Michael Kors Collection went all out for this bespoke costume. Look at that faux fur fabulousness. The red hair nicely complements her look. Amazing!

Pusha T

Nothing says understated dandy elegance than Pusha T’s burgundy Louis Vuitton suit with a healthy dash of crystal embellishments on both shoulders chest and upper back. Suave, elegant as ever, Pusha T’s ode to Black dandyism in America was sartorial perfection.

Jaden Smith

This adorable dandy, is indeed a musician and he also owns dandy eccentric outright; hell I would wager that he’s got his generation’s trade mark on Black dandy securely in the bag. Dandy Mr. Smith is caped and robed in Ozwald Boateng. Really fine!

FKA Twigs

FKA’s Wales Bonner ensemble is flapper groovy vibes, even the sling back heels are decidedly flapper chic. Who does not love feathers partout?

Burna Boy

Also, coming on strong in Ozwald Boateng is princely African dandy, Burna Boy. Look at those shoes! The leather coat, yellow against burgundy, so vibrantly and distinctly African, proves a marvellous ode to dandyism whether in the diaspora or on the continent.

Future

Also, presenting a masterful ode to Black dandyism is rapper, creative genius, Future. Like the creative innovator that he is, ever changing and pushing his art forward, Future is attired in Louis Vuitton, now sporting cropped blond do, gone are the dreadlocks. Love the fabric’s thick look and pattern design.

Ayra Starr

Nigerian singer, Ayra is not short on sex appeal. Her dandy allure is assured by long green-nailed grip on that cane. Her Ozwald Boateng design is beautifully slit well above the knees with an equally plunging and alluring décolletage. She is positively magical.

Kaytranada

Rings galore, ruffles, sunglasses and attitude to knock over the CN Tower, Kaytranada came through, showing how Canadian dandies rock. Pushing the music forward, of course, there is going to be tons of dandyism to spare, especially so when dressed to the nines in McQueen. Go ahead!

Dev Hynes

Talk to me about the rock steady soulfully sublime dandy that is Dev casually, elegantly decked in Valentino. Of course, shades are a must. He is devastatingly handsome, self-assured and bringing the soul to dandyism in one leap across the pond.

Mary J. Blige

Queen. Soul Sista numero un! This queen’s ode to dandyism is rocking with the big hoop diamond earrings, the coat and a fabulous pantsuit that leaves more real estate for jewellery. It is all handsomely created by the lush creativity of Stella McCartney. Solid!

Leon Bridges

Singer/Songwriter, record producer Leon Bridges rocking Nicolas Daley, that’s who came through rocking Black American dandy cool. Work it! And the gloves and shoes matching the pinstripes… truly next-level.

S. Coups

Coming through, is everyone’s favourite K-pop dandy. S. Coups is styled in a voluminous grey BOSS ensemble and it works handsomely.

Lizzo

Go ahead! Lizzo owning her power with a waist-cinching black and white masterpiece with fishtail. This wonderful bit of couture architecture was the realised vision of Christian Siriano. In the style decadent world of the dandy, Lizzo is owning her place with the cigarette holder and that blonde bombshell crown. Brava!

Questlove

The ever scholarly Questlove is beautifully attired in a bold pinstriped suit by Gabriela Hearst. Love the fabric and the artist’s understated elegant take on dandyism. Beautiful.

Shaboozey

Not surprisingly, the unconventional creative artist is focussed in a genre not readily associated with contemporary Black dandies. I, though, love everything about this bespoke Robert Wun outfit: the tails, the hat, the beading with matching grills. Iconic. Go ahead, Shaboozey, what others think is none of your business!

Tyla

Gorgeous Tyla, those drop finger curls though, pulls off a very regal ode to dandyism in her ample-trained bespoke Jacquemus. Marvellous! Do it to me…

Sly Stone

Yes… Sly Stone knew a whole lot about dandyism. Here then are other musicians who came to court at the Met Gala in tribute to Black American dandyism. Sweet and blissful dreams to the recently departed, beloved creative genius, Sly Stone.

Nicki Minaj

Nicki came through a blooming Queen decked out in Thom Browne and looking like the Boss that she is. The fishtail and the butterfly fascinator is the cherry on top.

Bad Bunny

The hip young Puerto Rican dandy came through dripping swagger and Latin heat. His Prada was a lovely ode to the Black American dandy. The oversized bag and the quirky hat, we love the vibe that this dandy magically weaves.

J Balvin

Chez Chez la Femme, what other tune effortlessly surfaces on seeing this boldly striking ode to dandyism. Turn up the Dr. Buzzard’s Original Savannah Band to the max. Just look at that matching pink fedora! Vintage Marc Jacobs won the super cool, Latin-dandy-at-court vibe, to be sure!

Nick Jonas & Priyanka Chopra

Nick Jonas came through in Bianca Saunders whilst his megawatt Queen, Priyanka Chopra was elegantly styled in a white with black polka dot suit by Balmain. That black hat was next-level cool.

Chance the Rapper

Chance owned the joint in his Versace ensemble. He looked fantastic.

Doechii

Who doesn’t love an afro? Doechii’s dandy has got all tees crossed and what a smoking Louis Vuitton ensemble she’s got. I love the tails of the morning suit look.

Maluma

Willy Chavarria understood the assignment and delivered a handsome, winning ode to dandyism. The fabric, the melding colours, the jewellery, flower and pink accessorisation were complementary and worked beautifully. And, of course, the dandy wears a hat and in place of cane or cigar a delicate pink flower will do nicely!

Cardi B

Nothing is sexier than watching Cardi B sop up gravy off her plate with her tarantula leg long nails – stab vegetable, swirl about the plane, sop up gravy and then stuff into the elegantly foulest mouth in Hip Hop. What the fuck is not to love! Her green velvet Burberry open robed design with frills and ruffles and dangerously sexy décolletage is all from the masterful Daniel Lee. This colour works beautifully on Cardi B’s complexion and that embossed velvet is truly masterful craftsmanship.

Central Cee

London town came to represent! Rapper Central Cee was cool, crisp and luxe dapper. Love the cool cornrows; a beautiful twist on dandyism, indeed. This dandy’s cool was charmingly pulled off in Jacquemus – it works!

Charli XCX

One of the few Ann Demeulemeester creations spotted on the blue carpet. Charli’s was pure sexy cool dandy, through and through.

Omar Apollo

Grammy-nominated Omar, the Queer Latin crooner, gave suave sophistication to his interpretation of dandyism. Omar was one of several persons who chose, and elegantly so, Wales Bonner. He effortlessly pulled off the look.

Lauryn Hill

Now this is tropical post-colonial dandyism writ large. Positively love the vibrant West Indian yellow of this Cheney Chan masterpiece. The afro, attendant with matching yellow parapluie and of course what colourful West Indian would not have a blue Birkin? The cape, shades and the handheld golden ornament is giving African dandyism vibes, too.

Tom Francis

Mr. Francis is stylishly decked out in a relaxed suit by Todd Snyder.

Halle Bailey

Halle is wearing a Coach ensemble. How hard is it to do some research and put in the effort to the gala’s theme? Rule number one if a woman has legs that resemble thighs rather than not then a pantsuit or maxi is de rigueur. No side slit; pants or maxi, anything else diminishes the silhouette and makes it horizontal rather than vertical – especially so when not especially tall. This is not a winning look for a gala.

Actors

Billy Dee Williams

Thanks to Motown’s Berry Gordy’s visionary genius, the latter half of the 20th century was presented with the Black American dandy of both stage and film, in the way of Billy Dee Williams. His successful turns with Diana Ross, Queen of Motown, led to George Lucas casting him as lead, Lando Calrissian in the Star Wars franchise. I especially loved his turns in the Scott Joplin biopic. Incidentally, the soul who was incarnate as Scott Joplin was recently incarnate as the diminutive dandy, Prince. Billy Dee set the tone of the Black American dandy as actor!

Zendaya

From her two outfit entrance at last year’s Met Gala; however, this year Zendaya kept it cool, crisp and easy with a definitive ode to Black American dandyism. That hat is smoking and her monochromatic white ensemble by Louis Vuitton is the epitome of superfine sophistication.

Caleb McLaughlin

Next generation Black dandy actor, Caleb fiercely came through in Dior. Positively loved the cane, though, a grey pair of gloves would have been less at odds with the ensemble. Love the hat!

Angela Bassett

Work it my darling. Isn’t she the most phenomenal human? Love that dark-embossed velvet pantsuit and no possible chance of décolletage spillage here. Coming on strong in the dandy sweepstakes, let’s all say it with love, “Wakanda Forever!”

Damson Idris

Actor Damson Idris went for the cool, casual all-American look for this Black American dandy by dressing in burgundy Tommy Hilfiger. Waistcoat, shoes and gloves worked handsomely; can’t beat the smashing swagger of a well-dressed dandy! Can’t wait to see his turn in F1!

Hunter Schaffer

Hunter pulled up rocking bespoke Prada with that contrasting white beret adding cool dandy vibes to her commanding presence. Lovely!

Tramell Tillman

Thom Browne dressed actor, Tramell with a definite ode to the sophistication of the Harlem Renaissance. It works beautifully and the shoes and velvet cape-like tails add a sexy dash of super cool to the actor’s swagger!

Halle Berry

LaQuan Smith perfectly understood the assignment and knew how he had to present a true Queen. They both knocked it clear of the park. From her pillbox hat with netting to that décolletage being eclipsed by the drop dead gorgeous necklace, Playful Halle came to slay and that she did.

Ncuti Gatwa

The very flamboyant Scottish actor brings loads to the modern day Black dandy; however, audiences across the pond were not in the inclusive mood. Before you could settle in, out he went from Doctor Who, a show I’ve never watched. In any event, here his stance and the debonair way he holds his gloves, not only nicely set off his black and purple checkered Ozwald Boateng suit, it just gives away the plot – this without doubt, is a sage soul! He was definitely is one fiercely delicious dandy!

Kiara Advani

Best blooming pregnant mum on the blue carpet, this year or any for that matter. This Indian goddess styled by Gaurav Gupta and that two-toned train is decidedly regal. What a wonderful way to pay homage at the court of the Black American dandy. Radiant mum-to-be.

Keith Power

Keith is so sexually magnetic; he is the kind of pretty young man that gifted New York milliner, Frederic Jones would pass a dinner party openly lusting with the most foul talk about his desire to corrupt and devour, completely oblivious of anyone being present, most especially his very jealous and possessive Puerto Rican lover. Here the actor is styled by BOSS and those flare-legged, high-waist trousers are the epitome of dandy cool. And don’t you just want to tug on that big fat tie!

Tessa Thompson

Another masterpiece by creative genius, Prabal Gurung. Tessa – whose performance in Passing, is simply breathtaking, in this cream and black ensemble. The hat and platform shoes pulled it all together in a stunning display of dandy fabulousness.

Jeremy Pope

Jeremy’s jacket is a sheer work of art by fashion’s truly unsurpassed creative genius, John Galliano for Maison Margiela. To style the jacket such that it looks like the bodice of a mannequin is truly ingenious. Jeremy’s finger waves add softness to the otherwise super buff sexiness of the bulging muscles… when did this transformation occur? Jeremy is the epitome of sexy cool dandy as is his look at this year’s Met Gala.

Nicole Kidman

Sporting a new hairdo, the ravishing chameleon sported a marvellously constructed Balenciaga couture black gown that was one of the most subtle and masterful designs to have walked the blue carpet. As ever, Kidman looked cool and sophisticated.

Tyson Beckford

Model turned actor, Tyson came through in suavely elegant sartorial splendour in a black and white suit from Ralph Lauren Purple label. This is how you handsomely pull off understated dandy!

Yara Shahidi

Little represented Fear of God was the design house chosen by commendable actor, Yara Shahidi. Tailoring, lines, cut and Yara’s allure made this outfit, including the heavy coat, one of the most notable monochromatic ensembles at the dandyism gala.

Henry Golding

Sexiest motherfucker on the planet, Henry Golding that’s who! This man should be front of the line, indeed, there should be no one else considered for the next James Bond. This alas is a world run by racialised goons who are all too often much threatened by anyone who does not look like they do. Every role this actor ensouls evokes images of the cool sophisticated dandyism with a gun that is James Bond. The Singapore native is styled in a golden Ozwald Boateng; of course, he is the coolest dandy in any room. Just imagine him saying, “James. James Bond…”

Malick Bodian

Oh my, let’s talk about continental dandies paying homage to the Diaspora dandy. Just look at Malick rock this Chanel ensemble that the cool professional model and keenly aware of optics photographer that he is. The pillbox hat, along with those long slim trousers that flare at the bottom make him a most handsome continental African dandy.

Taraji P. Henson

Monse X took their deconstructed look to extremes here. Again, among my major style pet peeves – legs you show, thigh-like legs, one never does. A beautiful jacket with lots going on is marred by Taraji’s legs being left exposed. The cane and matching bowler were marvellous; all it would have taken a pair of flared-leg pants in matching colour to have made this ensemble a winning competitor. Your job as designer is to make your client look their very best!

Patrick Schwarzenegger

Arnie’s boy has made dirty old men out of many. This dandy deftly epitomises fluidity and ambisexuality – eye candy, to be sure. Love the square-boxed shoes, the flared-legged Balmain. Just look at that wholesome melange of Schwarzenegger and Kennedy DNA. A friend recently remarked, “You just want to lick his neck.” The man purse is très dandy chic. His turn on White Locust was smashing. Do not be deceived, however; this man has 9.9.4 = 4 numerology. There is nothing inviting or remotely liberal beyond his exterior.

Jon Kortajarena

Wow, this dandy exudes both lady-killer vibes and confidence in spades. To be sure, this is one of the best displays of dandyism to have walked the Met Gala 2025 blue carpet. He is immaculately styled by Haider Ackermann for Tom Ford.

Omar Sy

French actor, Omar, could look no finer for being styled by Ozwald Boateng and just look at those two-toned green and black shoes. Parfait! The master tailoring of his suit is matched by the warm yellow shirt, which with his rich complexion do not require a tie.

Barry Keoghan

Would you believe that Barry’s wearing Valentino, me neither? What’s not to love, he readily drops britches… so there’s that. The frilled sash, buttons and embroidery are all true hallmarks of any dandy worth their assignation. Cool, confident understated and sexy.

Jon Michael Hill

Jon is styled by Oscar-winning costume designer, Paul Tazewell. Attention to detail and perfect colour co-ordination were all here on display. The actor’s pinstriped suit in a pale palette allowed him not to appear less tall and the shoes and tie matching the pocket square all handsomely rounded out the look of the modern day dandy.

Louis Partridge

Fedora to the two-toned shoes, young Louis dazzled as dandy most rare. Louis stylishly paid homage to Black American dandyism exquisitely turned out by Prada. I am not remotely familiar with his work, but he does seem magnetic… at least on the blue carpet.

Shah Rukh Khan

Here, the dynamic film actor and producer holds court in a tasteful design by Sabyasachi as the subcontinental dandy pays homage at a celebration of Black dandyism. The rings, cane and necklaces are all dandy luxe in various tones and textures of black. Fantastic.

Nnamdi Asomugha

Athlete turned actor, director, producer and Kerry Washington’s husband wore a stylish LaTouché suit. The ensemble works beautifully and he is even more charming a dandy when coupled with his gorgeous better half, Kerry. Love the shoes and attitude.

Jeremy Allen White

Jeremy was another actor who walked the blue carpet styled by Louis Vuitton as interpreted by the truly phenomenal Pharrell Williams at Louis Vuitton Men. He is as casual as his suit is understated; I am not the least bit familiar with his work as I rarely look at episodic television.

Walton Goggins

The colour schemata being a dead giveaway, Walton was definitely styled by Thom Browne. The deconstructed look was handsome and another actor with whose work I am unfamiliar. The style is elegant rather than garishly loud.

Andrew Scott

Giuliva Heritage put together one of the more stylish and eclectic looks to walk the blue carpet. Mr. Scott’s shoes were killing it, to be sure. Caramel/toffee, red and teal never looked sexier. This was a memorable outfit and dandyesque in the true sense.

Kelvin Harrison Jr.

Prada was definitely in the house as worn by actor, Kelvin as he made a bold bid in the dandy stakes. Looking mighty fine, indeed. The shirt and pocket square added the right dash of dandyism to have qualitied.

Adrien Brody

Fear of God did the task; the silk and monochromatic look worked. I find this man wholly unpalatable… enough said.

Callum Turner

Congrats to Callum & Dua Lipa, the latter whom I adore, on their recent engagement. Our man Callum is outfitted in Louis Vuitton Men and looked every inch the dapper dandy!

Jeff Goldblum

Wales Bonner did the honours here, but ask me if I care. Just send him a bushel of blooming olives. This man is no more a singer of the Jazz idiom as he is an actor. Jazz will never be other than Black high art; especially so, in this the age of DEI blowback. More than ever, if you can afford a Bentley why pray tell time-waste in a frigging Lada?

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Designers

LaQuan Smith

No other designer who walked the blue carpet at the Met Gala’s Dandyism show better epitomised the dandy than LaQuan. Shoes, coat, shades, swagger. Do it to me! And, as you might expect, he is of course wearing LaQuan Smith. The rings and earrings are next-level dandy luxe.

Edvin Thompson

The American designer of the Theophilio brand is dressed in one of his designs. Nothing says dandyism than that giant roaring red hibiscus. The swashbuckling hoop earrings, the oversized black cap, tilted of course, Edvin’s presentation is a commanding ode to Black American dandyism from the ’70s through to today. Oh my darlings, there is so much rich detailing throughout this ensemble… magnificent. More than that, there is a certain je ne sais quoi about Edvin that strongly reminds me of Frederick Jones.

Alessandro Michele

Valentino creative director Alessandro always seems to thoroughly enjoy himself at the Met Gala. Good for him and he elegantly did Valentino justice in the creations he offered up. The white mink stole he carried was all things dandy and we love it!

Ibrahim Kamara

Nothing beats a dandy in Chanel, head to toe. The multi-strand pearls, the golden chain belt, definitely Karl Lagerfeld would have approved. Like Prince, he ought to have been wearing heels and white shoes at that. He is still, one dropdead sexy dandy and current creative director of Off-White after Virgil Abloh’s passing!

Vice-President Kamala Harris & First Husband Doug Emhoff also attended the ode to Black American dandyism. She was elegantly styled by Ibrahim Emhoff for Off-White. Though she doubtless would have made an excellent President, the fact that she said that she supported a two-state solution, is precisely why she was defeated. In the end, America got what it damn well deserves and those who’ve grossly buggered and fixed the American civilisation into the ground will never ever recover from their vulgar, power-mad Icarian fall from grace, being vulgarly, murderously played out these past two years. Funny how it never occurred to Trump to want to annex Canada during his first term.

Prabal Gurung

Prabal has got it going on and his animation of Diljit Dosanjh as Maharaja dandy paying homage at the courtly celebration of the Black American dandy won the prize hands down… right down to the sword! Lovely creations this year, every single design of his. Congrats, Prabal gets an A+ for having gotten the assignment just right, and his muse was the epitome of dandy swagger.

Willy Chavarria

Dressed decadently, Willy convincingly came to court paying just homage to dandyism.

Edward Enninful

I keep anticipating Edward turning up at the Met Gala, escorting the divinely elegant Emma Weymouth, The Marchioness of Bath. Maybe not this year; perhaps, they’ll be a near-future Met gala whose theme will be an ode to the English aristocrat; one can only hope. This year, Edward teamed up beautifully with Moncler, hence Moncler x EE72, to produce memorable designs like those worn by Alicia Keys and Swizz Beatz. Most of all, the one outfit was the cowl worn by the gloriously exotic Vittoria Ceretti, who has the greatest high-arched feet imaginable. We adore!

B J Gray

The cane, the superb tailoring and the dreadlocks done up in a bun, this is my kind of stylish dandy through and through. Mr. Gray is styled in one of his label’s design, Gray X. I absolutely love that play on the herringbone coat. Perfection!

Char DeFrancesco & Marc Jacobs

Marc Jacobs and his husband, Char DeFrancesco are both styled in monochromatic Marc Jacobs; one in white, the other black. Marc’s look has certainly evolved in recent years; the couple do look happy.

Charles Harbison

The suave Mr. Harbison heads Harbison Studio whose designs, I rather favour. The look is sophisticated, yet on the whole understated.

Donatella Versace

Perhaps because she is moving on from an active role in the Versace brand, but so far as I could make out, only Chance the Rapper was coming on strong in Versace. As ever, Donatella looked glorious.

Zac Posen

Zac arrived escorting Laura Harrier who seemed blissfully enthralled by his company, to say nothing of his design. I loved her Gap design outfit’s exaggerated sleeves and trousers’ bell bottoms. She was a camp play on dandy with the greatest gusto; truly divine.

Raul Lopez

Mr. Lopez escorted the seeming only person that he dressed on the night. She was dressed in space-age straitjacket attire and looking none too thrilled. LUAR certainly has a niche market and it didn’t look to be a dandy’s must-have look.

Tory Burch

Tory and her eponymous label fared well on the evening. Tory’s outfit was one of my favourite looks that walked the blue carpet. All that black beading against a beaded white sheath was sheer genius. It worked beautifully; always good to see the designer.

Vera Wang

The designer’s ensemble was bold and exotic, loved the fishtail of grey feathers. Perhaps, though, she ought to have sported a white bolero jacket or bolero made of the same grey feathers. the folds on the dress are rippling and elegant.

Stella McCartney

No female designer gave goddess sheath more so than Stella McCartney. In all honesty, I felt that she was among the best-dressed attendees to have walked the blue carpet.

Daniel Lee

Really love the design focus that Daniel Lee has this season at Burberry. This thick embossed velvet in truly rich tones is a definite winner. Positively lovely.

Charlie Casely-Hayford

Dynamic, young fashion/design maverick of the eponymous international menswear brand Casely-Hayford. Love his attire here on the blue carpet. Wonderful, relaxed ode to dandyism.

Giovanna Battaglia Engelbert

Giovanna is consummately self-aware. She understands line, movement and perspective. She is the perfect visionary to bring forth the dazzling designs one has come to expect of Swarovski. Beautiful colour palette she chose, too.

Sergio Hudson

Women’s ready-to-wear design Sergio Hudson made quite a stunning impact in his soft pink and black palette. Gloves, dapper shoes and rose at the lapel. Sergio proved one of the most elegant dandy’s to have walked the blue carpet. Stunning.

Dapper Dan

DD the dandy of Harlem fashion was on the scene. Black and white were the theme which he convincingly nailed. This Harlem dandy, Dapper Dan, is still going strong.

Michael Kors

Many have come and gone, but through it all, Michael Kors is still standing. Mr. Kors’s winning design was alluringly worn by Megan Thee Stallion. Always exciting to see Mr. Kors walk the Met Gala carpet.

Grace Wales Bonner

Grace is a British menswear designer who certainly made her mark at the Met Gala, 2025. All her designs made their muses standouts at the ode to dandyism.

Andrew Bolton & Thom Browne

Andrew Bolton is the Wendy Yu curator at the Costume Institute at the Met, and obviously plays a key role in the annual Met gala fundraiser. He is, of course, joined by inventive, creative genius, designer, Thom Browne, whose designs are always distinctively noteworthy. Certainly, his designs for both Demi Moore and Janelle Monae will transcend time.

Gabriela Hearst with Questlove & Chris Rock

Gabriela is flanked by both Questlove and Chris Rock. I rather love her designs, especially as presented at the Met Gala.

Manish Malhotra

Manish’s presentations on the Met Gala’s blue carpet were truly spectacular. As ever, the stylish Natasha Poonawalla was a reanimated harlequin vision in purple, black and white with attention to every detail. Most of all, his design for Coco Jones proved the evenings showstopper. The beading, cape, cut and line were next-level elegant. His vision of the dandy was handsomely realised.

Maxwell Osborne. Justin Jefferson & Dao-Yi Chow

Sportsman Justin Jefferson is flanked by Public School designers, Maxwell Osborne and Dao-Yi Chow. Look at what a fine dandy their genius presented at the Met Gala. Positively love Mr. Jefferson’s attire.

Sabyasachi

This swell Dravidian dandy styled Indian film star Mr. Khan to perfection. I love his personal style and the effort he put into appear at court in celebration of American dandyism. Really love his coat and its soft warm colour.

Colby Mugrabi

Colby’s dress was one of the more spectacular gowns to have walked the blue carpet. All that yellow and the bow were a remarkably ingenious design touch. Stunning!

Christian Cowan & Sam Smith

Ew!

Georgina Chapman

If I am honest, the dress is beautiful.

Tom Ford

Ford… Tom Ford. Is there a more charismatic, mysterious designer? He adds luxe and allure to everything he both designs and wears. Bravo!

Tommy & Dee Hilfiger

The emperor of all-American functional through luxury wear is in the house, that’s who and with his lovely rock, Dee.

Pauletta Washington & Christopher John Rogers

Mrs. Washington accompanies accomplished ready-to-wear designer Christopher, who certainly made an indelible mark on this year’s Met Gala blue carpet. Love his designs.

Ruth E. Carter

Ms. Carter’s designs for this year’s Met gala were very detail rich and keenly paid homage to the Black American dandy aesthetic. Really loved her design for Jasmine Tookes… phenomenal.

Virginia Smith & Patrick Robinson

The stylish duo came to add their je ne sais quoi to the night’s parade of glitterati… Love her ensemble.

Aisha McShaw

Both Aisha and her rock, Al Sharpton were decked to the nines in designs from her eponymous brand. The attention to detail, the quality, luxe and voluminous richness of her skirt, paired with the diaphanous décolletage are strokes of sheer creative genius. Positively loved the beauty of her.

Maximillian Davis

Young Mr. Davis knows all about dandyism as he is the creative director of Ferragamo. That peekaboo fringed, white silk scarf is dandy swagger most subtle. Love his style!

Dynasty & Soull Ogun

These stylish twins know nothing of ordinary. They are bold, visionary and truly the essence of avant-garde dandyism writ large.

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Audra, Queen of Broadway, with the most Tony Awards of any other actor in Broadway’s history. She is a delight to behold. Audra wore Harbison Studio to the Met Gala and looked truly regal at the court of dandyism. At the Tony Awards she wore a gorgeous black affair with purple train by Christian Siriano.

Nicole Scherzinger – She did it!

You had better damn well give this Queen a Tony Award! Nicole is the very essence of showbiz. She is glamorous, stunning, has damn great chops and look at her vamp! Here, she is enrobed by Prabal Gurung, who understood the assignment – you are dressing a Queen! Yes! Yes! Yes! Nicole won the Tony! Brava! Nicole’s magnificent red gown at the Tony Awards was a stunning Rodarte affair!

Cole Escola

5… 6… 7… 8… “I’m just a Broadway Baby!” Sing it Cole Escola! Show them Cole how Broadway does dandy! Beautifully dressed by Christopher John Rogers, the theatre pro coolly came to slay! And win the Tony Award he did, too. Congrats! His Wiederhoeft gown was a wonderful tribute to Broadway legend, Bernadette Peters. I have faithfully watched every telecast of the Tony Awards since 1975, and Bernadette Peters’ reign, like Audra McDonald’s now, proved among the most exciting!

Kara Young

Kara, Broadway baby with exceptional talent, walked the Met Gala blue carpet in An Only Child ensemble in a quirky matching bowler. At the Tony Awards where she won two years in a row, she was elegantly styled by master couturier, Thom Browne.

Sadie has that same ethereal quality as the Broadway goddess Bernadette Peters, here at the Met Gala she was enrobed in bespoke Prada. Yet again, she wore bespoke Prada a month later to the Tony Awards. She is utterly gorgeous!

Cynthia Erivo

Tell me Cynthia doesn’t possess force of personality in spades, megawatt talent and sheer originality. These are all the hallmarks of the dandy: free, expressive and utterly self-possessed. Of course, it goes without saying, Cynthia like every Black dandy is generationally memorable. Cynthia is owning that blue carpet in her Givenchy ensemble and those boots! And the most anticipated awards (Tony Awards) opened and there was our our darling Elphaba rocking all Broadway!

As host of the 2025 Tony Awards, Cynthia was impressive and stunning. She handsomely upheld the tradition begun in the 1970s at the Grammy Awards when Diana Ross on hosting did the most revolutionary thing. After each commercial break, Diana returned in a new outfit; it was the most spectacular television. Now, of course, it is standard practice to do so. Cynthia wore Marc Jacobs, Marni, Valentino, GapStudio and others. Her closing number was the showstopper from Michael Bennett’s Dreamgirls, which I saw several times back in the early 1980s. If she is not a sage soul, then I really don’t know my Michael Teachings.

Sarah at the Met Gala came through stylishly sporting a suit in black with red interiored cape by An Only Child. A month later, she not only wowed in her Richard Quin body-hugging nude sheath but she also won the Tony! Brava!

Adrienne Warren

Queen of West End & Broadway, our darling megastar from I, Tina was elegantly enrobed in a fabulous Sergio Hudson design. The ruffled sleeves and décolletage are delightful. Ravissante!

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Rihanna

Mogul Rihanna came through in a bespoke Marc Jacobs which announced to the world that she was expectant again. The hat, shoes, tie and dropped jacket as skirt with train were ingenious and flawlessly executed. Pulled off with the greatest aplomb by the always alluring Bajan Queen.

John Imah

The Maverick came through elegantly presenting as the tech dandy in a cape beautifully detailed by Sergio Hudson. The cane, hat, rings and bold necklace were all modern dandyism boldly, yet elegantly presented. Truly handsome.

Tyler Perry

Maverick. Visionary. Mr. Perry was sublimely attired in a pale, bead-encrusted B. J. Gray design for Gray X. Baronial.

Quincy Houghton

The immensely experienced, knowledgeable art/museum professional was understated with an elegant large bow to match her skirt and justifiably serene demeanour. Persons like Ms. Houghton do an invaluable service to art, culture and civilisation. Santé!

Madonna

Another unrivalled maverick. Beloved. Adored. Respected. The Queen smoked a cigar whilst rocking a Tom Ford suit! Love!

Is there anyone else who seems so unpretentious? Spike wore a Fear of God suit and kept it otherwise casual. And did we mention that Spike is a passionate sports fan: tennis, basketball et al! Tonya Lewis Lee wore an Amsale coatdress in deep passionate blue with train

Serena Williams

Queen of the court, Ms. Williams wore the best finger wave of the evening and was enrobed in a teal affair by Moncler x EE72 in collaboration with the adored Edward Enninful. Commanding!

Andrew Saffir & Daniel Benedict

Both men are accomplished and stylishly dressed to the nines. They were an apt addition to a celebration of dandyism in all its manifestations.

Natasha Lyonne

The cinéaste came through in a powerful, though not overpowering, mauve vision of flowing lines by McQueen. The ruffles at neck and wrists are everything.

Grace Wales Bonner & Antwaun Sargent

Author Antwaun Sargent was elegantly dressed by Wales Bonner and is accompanied in this photo by the designer, Grace Wales Bonner. Love his shoes, to be sure!

Quinta Bronson

Quinta is wearing a beaded pinstripe jacket and sheath by Sergio Hudson. The details are sparse, subtle and refreshingly sophisticated. Quinta looks marvellous!

Ryan Coogler & Zinzi Evans

Ryan and Zinzi are both wearing designs by Fear of God. I positively love that his shoes are the same shade as his snazzy suit. Nothing is more ravishing than an expectant mum, the best to her in due course!

Precious Moloi-Motsepe

The South African philanthropist was regally dressed by David Tlale; it is a beautiful asymmetrical yellow-gold and white affair. Her hat is a definite winner!

Iris Knarr & Yan Huo

The financial power couple looked in great form. They were a definite standout couple to have walked the blue carpet.

Paul Tazewell

Thom Browne was the choice by custom designer, Paul Tazewell, who proved the first Black male to win Best Oscar for costume design in film. He is a very accomplished designer who’s been lauded in theatre. His magical designs on Wicked earned him his historic Oscar.

Fabiola Beracasa Beckman

Fabiola is wearing a beaded Kenneth Nicholson design. Her décolletage is perfect and that gem is equally stunning. Sublime.

Baroness Dambisa Moyo

The phenomenally accomplished Baroness Moyo is wearing one of the evening’s truly luxe gowns. It is sublime in its elegance; the colour and the stole both nicely complement her rich complexion. Love the unique hem on her heavy-looking gown. Marvellous!

Catherine Martin & Baz Luhrman

The creative wizards are both uniquely dressed in Miu Miu. Love that tie!

Lauren Halsey

Fear of God did a fine drop of outfitting the avant-garde artist that is Lauren Halsey. Big, baggy, with lines and colour that are brutalist in energy like the architecture of the 60s, 70s.

Kim Kardashian

Ms. Kardashian, maverick to the core, is icily reptilian in a black sheath by Chrome Hearts. The necklaces and that matching hart are fierce 21st century dandy!

Branden Jacobs-Jenkins & Whitney White

And look who won a Tony Award! Congratulations and then some! The award-winning, much-lauded playwright and his date were both dressed to the nines in Michael Kors Collection. Utter perfection!

Clara Wu Tsai

Clara with a massive maverick footprint in the worlds of sport was elegantly turned out in a design by Sergio Hudson. The frilly, white lace hem and that gorgeous jade necklace are exceptionally elegant.

Rashid Johnson & Sharee Hovsepian

The handsome, highly creative geniuses are both styled by Gabriela Hearst. Love the cut of his jacket and her lace dress works beautifully for being monochromatically black. Handsome!

Kylie Jenner

Kylie wears a heavy woollen skirt by Ferragamo creative director, Maximillian Davis, who also happened to have escorted her to the gala. The gloves and bustier nicely accentuate her smouldering allure. Love that the dropped jacket look also nicely complements her gorgeous curves.

Mellody Hobson & George Lucas

Both towering creative genius and visionary, George Lucas and his beautiful wife, graced the blue carpet in designs by Louis Vuitton. Bless him; his shoes are utterly comfortable-looking!

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Here is another stunning Prabal Gurung design; this one in electrifying red with feather, bows and a whole lot of magnetic personality by Chimamanda. Her hair is stunning and I can only imagine how utterly sweet she smelt!

Kenny Leon

Mr. Leon pulled off casual self-assured dandy with a large checkered blue and grey suit with comfortable-looking sneakers. Here’s wishing this marvellous visionary best of luck at this year’s Tony Awards for his direction of Shakespeare’s Othello, starring Jake Gyllenhaal and Denzel Washington. Here’s to trailblazing dandyism lighting up the great white way!

Amy Sherald

Pre-eminent Black American painter, Amy is here commandingly attired in a Fear of God creation that envelopes but not swallows her statuesque frame. The colour beautifully accentuates her golden complexion, too. Towering creative genius!

Ava DuVernay

Here, Ava wears a flamenco-styled dress with beautiful hat by Prada and is a wonderful Mediterranean take on dandyism, truth be told. The two-toned combination works handsomely.

Arthur Jafa

Towering auteur and cinematographer, Mr. Jafa is beautifully attired in Fear of God, making him even more impressively commanding.

Tanda Francis

Two of Tanda’s sculptures were used as part of the décor for the Superfine: Tailoring Black Style exhibition. Love her large flowing skirt, the billowing sleeves and her dreadlocks that are reminiscent of Alice Walker’s.

Cristina Baxter

Heavyweight music industry executive, Ms. Baxter is a shimmering sheath of empowerment in a dress tailored by Harbison Studio. The large, contrasting flower adornment at the waist further elongates, rather than not, her frame. Beautiful, elegant dress.

Janicza Bravo

Film director Ms. Bravo wears a beautiful Tory Burch ensemble whose large and beautifully arranged scarf is emblazoned with the large B; Her shaved skull both adds to her beauty and readily evokes the dandy’s allure. Winning!

Henry Taylor

Mr. Taylor is, of course, discriminatingly attired by Louis Vuitton right down to the LV man clutch. Assured and fulfilled never looked better as pulled off by the artist.

Jordan Casteel

Another artist who came to court in celebration of Black American dandyism, is painter, Jordan in another Harbison creation on the night. Bold, dramatic, she pulled off the look with élan.

Malcolm Washington

Like his parents, Denzel and Pauletta, Malcolm also is a Hollywood veteran, though, a filmmaker. This casual LV clutch, readily advertises that he is attired in Louis Vuitton – and a very fine suit it is, indeed!

Torkwase Dyson

The artist is a vision of black and navy in a coat whose navy signature bleeds down to. becoming coagulated in a dark, rich black towards the hem. This is a very elegant J. W. Anderson design whose rich detailing is not discerned on first glance. Masterful tailoring, to be sure.

Cory Renard Richard

Rick James had nothing on Cory! Look out, that is how you come through, looking like a Boss Dandy, owning the whole damn thing! Jovana Louis did a fantastic job of invoking the dandy. Look at the frilly sleeves with the same fabric covering the train… ingenious. The black petals on his skullcap, the black satin collar, well of course this theatre producer is pure showbiz!

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Jonathan Owens

White on white on white on white and then those fringes at the trouser hem! Ozwald Boateng outdid himself here and that white stole is everything and decadently dandyesque!

Nessa Diab & Cole Kaepernick

Whilst Cole’s wife, Nessa is styled in a post-Dune Moncler x EE72 design with gorgeous headdress and billowing skirt, the activist athlete is styled from head to toe in Ozwald Boateng and those matching shoes!

Miles Chamley Watson

Try convincing me that British fencing great, Miles is not a dead ringer for Bad Bunny. First appearance at the Met gala of many more, one hopes, Miles is dressed impeccably, right down to the cane and specs, by Casely-Hayford. Everything is pure 21st century Black dandy and then some!

Russell Wilson & Ciara

Devastatingly handsome and sexy, Mr. Wilson holds court in a Frère design; Megastar, Ciara is invoking a whirlwind of magic in her provocative LaQuan Smith design with train. Stunning couple.

Stefon Diggs

Stefon came through in a bespoke Bianca Saunders. Positively love the two-toned in honey and white; the whole look was nicely set off by those très chic red shoes. Bombastic dandy!

Simone Biles

Olympic dynamo, Ms. Biles is attired in a bright blue dress with train by Harbison Studio. Energy body of 5, her power is both spatial and infectious.

Roberto Bolle

Favoured of Rudolf Nureyev at the Paris Opéra Ballet, the danseur noble strikes a commanding pose in his matte black leather from head to toe. It beautifully complements his dark colouring. Fantastic dancer!

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Sha’Carri Richardson

Definitely not going for subtle was Ms. Richardson as she commanded attention on the blue carpet in her two-toned, diaphanous Valentino affair. The play of lavender and pale yellow handsomely complement each other. Dynamic look.

Justin Jefferson

Justin Jefferson in a Public School ensemble marvellously captures the essence of the dandy holding court in a refined West African setting. His swagger is both breathtaking and tribute to the NFL athlete’s prowess.

Angel Reese

Titan of sport, Ms. Reese is sporting a flawless design by Thom Browne. She is stunning!

Joe Burrow

Dynamic footballer Joe Burrow stylishly walked the Met Gala blue carpet in a blue-grey Gucci suit. This choice of shoes was casual, but they work.

Venus Williams

Head to toe, Venus’s choice was a dark green Lacoste ensemble. That coat with its dark accents almost outshone her comfortable-looking loafers.

Noah Lyles & Ana Khouri

Noah is wearing a Thom Browne creation and his plus one is jeweller Ana Khouri whose jewellery he was not shy about wearing. Love her flowing, creamy sheath.

Sabrina Ionescu

Statuesque Sabrina was adorned by an ensemble consisting of black jacket and skirt with a white halter top and matching shoes

Jett Lawrence

Supercross speed demon Jett walked the blue carpet. The Australian super athlete looked cool, relaxed in his dark bespoke David August in collaboration with Santo Studio. Can never beat a sharp-dressed man!

Jalen Hurts & Bryonna Burrows

Both Bryonna and Jalen wore bespoke Burberry and looked knockout gorgeous. The feet on her! Love the fringe on her smoulderingly dark, embossed dress.

Gabby Thomas

Priya Ahluwalla pulled out all the stops, in this show-stopping red dress with train. She looked confidently gorgeous.

Saquon Barkley

What a powerfully built athlete. Beading, subtle and discreet; it is there and nicely pulled together by master couturier Thom Browne.

DeAndré Hopkins

Another dark and oversized silhouette from Fear of God for another superior sportsman. DeAndré and his unique locks are dandyism for the hip 21st century cosmopolitan. Really love the shade of charcoal brown.

Jonquel Q Jones

Jonquel, as did most other female basketball athletes, opted for a Sergio Hudson creation. She was lean, crisp and commanding. The leather jacket, shades and that hairdo nicely pulled it all together.

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Deborah Roberts

For me, Deborah Roberts black and white ensemble with train by Mark Ingram was the favourite for writers and journalists who attended this year’s Met Gala, Superfine: Tailoring Black Style. The cuffs, like her gorgeous smile, are a winner!

Eva Chen

Ms. Chen came to slay and that she did in spades in this smashing Wiederhoeft with billowing train. The matching gloves and sheath, plus varying textures to the train are pure theatre!

Mona Kobar Abdi

Ivan Young made a fine impression with his red concoction of pleats and drapery and it was handsomely worn here by Mona!

Sache Taylor

Vogue director of special events, Sache made a winning gamble in walking the blue carpet in a flapper-inspired look. The flapper and the Black dandy of 1920s New York City/Harlem were definitely a major barometer of style and sophistication. Love the elegant line of her high-arched foot. No idea who the designer of her fluid ensemble is.

Laura Santo Domingo

Editor and socialite Ms. Santo Domingo chose a creamy off white Christopher John Rogers suit with flawless pencil skirt. That single large pearl atop her black pumps is deliciously decadent.

Leah Faye Cooper

Another magazine publishing insider, Ms. Cooper chose Amir Taghi for her beautifully colour co-ordinated green skirt with sash, white shirt with loose black tie and beautiful grey handbag. She was a refreshing professional to have worked the blue carpet.

Radhika Jones

Ms. Jones, the recent editor-in-chief of Vanity Fair – which has seen such dreck as Graydon Carter, who can’t seem to keep his stinky mouth shut about Meghan Sussex whom he does not know – seems to be going through more landscape change as it more and more resembles a shitty Fleet Street abattoir. But I suppose that when your legendarily big cock no longer works, you turn mealy-mouthed estrogen-bombed bigot. The nerve of him, ever the sight of him readily makes one think of Suzy Menkes, both with equally god fugly hairstyles. Certainly, he fails to realise that he has as much relevance in the current moment as does Dominic Dunne. Of course, he is part of a rarified gaggle of gossips associated with Vanity Fair, along with Katie Nicholl and Tina Brown – that vile racist gilt, who seems in her advancing senectude, to be matching her son’s diffused focus of spirit and intellect. Radhika is styled in an elegant salmon-coloured Romeo Hunt creation; she looks sublimely elegant!

Gayle King

Chuks Collins fashioned a symphony of plaid, beading and layering in fuchsia and black. Simply stunning!

Lisa Love

Vogue and Teen Vogue West Coast editor, Lisa Love walked the blue carpet in bespoke Louis Vuitton and Bvlgari jewellery. Show them how it’s done!

Will Welch

Mr. Welch, GQ global editorial director, made history, being attired in the soft launch of Benji Bixby, André 3000’s new menswear line. The Demin suit, cummerbund, and tie were snazzy and that tattoo adds more than passing intrigue. Splendid!

Chioma Nnadi

Designer Martine Rose was Chioma’s choice for walking the Met Gala’s blue carpet. Cool. Confident. Understated and I like the bold belt buckle. Elegant!

La La Anthony

Virgil Abloh’s Off White label was the fashion choice for ever stylish La La as she worked the top of the blue carpet stairs in her annual gig at the Met gala.

Nicole Phelps

Undercover design team was Nicole Phelps’s choice as the professional attended the year’s biggest gathering of fashion, fundraising and editorial staffers across the board. I love the extended dark and detailed lobster-like, Edward Scissorhands look. It works brilliantly.

Amy Fine Collins

Well, of course, the industry veteran was not going to miss the year’s most important fundraising gathering. Ms. Fine Collins wears a stylish ensemble which is unmistakably Thom Browne, right down to the sophisticated shoes.

Mark Guiducci

Hooray! For he’s a jolly good fellow who’s taking over Vanity Fair. Let’s just hope it elevates from gutter rat status, perpetually looking to stay au courant by lynching Meghan Sussex. Farewell to Vogue magazine alas.

Amy Griffin

Author Amy in bespoke Schiaparelli by Daniel Roseberry. Gorgeous dress and she is looking mighty fine, too!

Scott Evans

Mr. Evans was styled by Regi Brown. The boots are rocking it and the overall look, though busy, is dandy in its own right.

Elizabeth Herbst-Brady

Condé Nast financial luminary is elegant and dignified.

Zuri Hall

TV anchor, Zuri Hall wears an engaging bespoke pinstripe suit by Bishme Cromartie and its an ode to dandyism that works beautifully.

Roger Lynch CEO Condé Nast & Cathleen Lynch

Condé Nast’s CEO’s suit is a gorgeous velvet smoking, which I rather like. Mrs. Lynch’s ring and lapel jewellery are serious-looking pieces.

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Law Roach

Law is just the badass stylist at any gala; of course, it goes without saying his star client, Zendaya struck it out of the park yet again in her bespoke Louis Vuitton. As is obvious, Law was elegantly exuding dandyism in his gorgeous embossed black Burberry.

Ming Smith

Ming was enrobed in a show stopping Harbison Studio eclectic ensemble. The bustled train to match opera gloves, whilst the popping green sheath whimsically festooned with clumps of woollen yarn. What’s not to love!

André Walker

Cool is a man in grey suede shoes. Mr. Walker is gallantly attired in Fear of God. Decidedly handsome dandy…. Black American dandy!

Eaddy Kiernan Bunzel

Eaddy is owning that bespoke Balmain like a Hollywood screen siren. The front slit, the lone button, the sleeves of what is a play on a man’s jacket is truly iconic dandy.

Raul Avila

Mr. Avila is elegantly styled in a Valentino smoking. This sophisticate is responsible for annually styling the Met gala’s décor.

Tyler Mitchell

Tyler, the accomplished photographer was styled by Jacquemus. The colour choice worked beautifully with his complexion right down to the feathery stole.

Kwame Onwuachi

The stylish chef wore a dapper ensemble designed by Uzo Mozie’s ElevenSixteen label. This is really finely tailored clothing. Really fine!

Debbie Allen & Norm Nixon

Debbie and her husband Norm were elegantly styled in ensembles designed by Oscar-winning costume designer Paul Tazewell. Debbie’s dress has the most gorgeous beading.

Khaby Lame

The world’s most famous influencer was attired in an Ugo Mozie creation. The flowing cape-like coat is truly chivalrous in essence, if only because it is draped from one shoulder.

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Doja Cat

Doja is the most beautifully haunting muse at the Met Gala, 2025 for me. Here is Doja Cat, who always gets into character and performs on the Met catwalk. She simultaneously manages to evoke the essence of 1970s Black American New York and Paris model, Pat Cleveland and Hedy Lamarr the bewitchingly exquisite Hollywood film star immortalised in Samson and Delilah. As Doja vamped on the blue carpet, it was clear to see the resonances to Hedy Lamarr. More intriguingly, Doja is Afro-Jewish (Ashkenazi perhaps) and Hedy Lamarr was indeed Jewish. Doja’s styled in bespoke Marc Jacobs.

Demi Moore

Even if she lives to 100, you damn well know that not only will Demi look good, but she will turn up. Here she is, adding depth and elegance to the ingenious design of Thom Browne; in essence, Demi is wearing a giant tie and what a beautiful tie it is indeed. Demi was among the top five best turned out at Superfine: Tailoring Black Style.

Zoe Saldana

Zoe wears another Thom Browne masterpiece that has her covered in albino-like snow peas. Zoe wears a a man’s jacket that morphs into a long coat with train. The Thom Browne standard black and white silhouette is here highlighted to maximum effect. The black bodice is pinstriped with exaggerated hips that mimic shoulders as the jacket is in mid flight to the floor. Zoe’s bob hairdo perfectly accentuates the beauty of the lines and minimalism of Browne’s masterful design. The matching two-toned shoes are everything.

Liu Wen

Go on Liu… that’s what the world ever needs, a supremely confident woman exuding her unique beauty. Look at the line, the leg, foot sickled out, none of this pigeon-toed nonsense. Liu stratospherically elevates the elegance of the Burberry embossed velvet to being most über raffinée. Her Burberry suit, her attitude and fluidity of motion makes her, by far, one of the gala’s most seductive dandies!

Natasha Poonawalla

Never mind Manish Malhotra’s exquisite design, what about that ring the Indian socialite is wearing? Each year, it is always exciting to see just how Poonawalla will own the red – this year blue – carpet. The colour combination is sublime and as ever, Ms. Poonawalla is dignified and elevates the occasion by her presence.

Alex Consani

No other muse could best drape a Swarovski design about their deliciously elegant body but Alex Consani. She is supremely confident, aware and almost predatorily owns the space. She is subtle, with an artisan’s élan, she weaves her magic, setting the mood. Superb!

Kendall Jenner

Grey and muted, Kendall’s soft palette serves to show off the gorgeous Torishéju design’s décolletage, which shows to best effect, the dazzling multi-strand necklace. As ever, Kendall is simply stunning.

Karlie Kloss

Is Karlie glowing or what? The boots, the flared pleated Loewe skirt with train and long-sleeved bodice with upturned large collar. This was one of the most dominant designs of the evening and no one but amazon Karlie could have pulled it off.

Maya Hawke

Maya’s pale pink Prada sheath is anchored by a diaphanous caramel cape. Beaming, Maya looks as though she’s just alighted from the most lucid flying dream in a landscape that looks all too real.

Gina Alice Redlinger

Phenomenal pianist, Gina is seductively cocooned in a layered lace white skirt with large black train in back with a bustier in black to display a choker like no other. Kim Kassas has intricately constructed one of the most fascinating designs to walk the blue carpet. The brilliantly gifted spouse of Lang Lang’s moves with confident elegance and her keyboard clutch is priceless!

Aurora James

Aurora wore a diaphanous gown with train by South African designer Thebe Magugu. The hat is everything. Love Aurora…

Mindy Kaling

Our darling Queen walked the blue carpet in a regal Harbison Studio gown with two-toned train that was only outdone by Coco Jones and Diana Ross’s trains. We love our Mindy and her personal metamorphosis.

Pamela Anderson & Brandon Thomas Lee

Pamela wore an august Tory Burch metallic-looking gown whilst her son, Brandon wore suit by Genuardi. The cut makes Pamela look severe and almost as though without brows.

Miley Cyrus

Pieter Mulier fully understood the assignment and handsomely delivered. You are dressing a Queen. Miley ensouled the leather bolero and brought the necessary grandeur to the flared maxi skirt. Winner!

Anne Hathaway

Carolina Herrera’s Wes Gordon kept it simple and elegant. Anne looks marvellous.

Ayo Edebiri

This bespoke Maximillian Davis for Ferragamo was not short on drama. Double trains, exotic beading and in red no less. Smashingly elegant.

Anna Sawai

Though similar to Zendaya’s Louis Vuitton vision in white, Anna’s white suit and fedora were Christian Dior. Both superior tailoring, though, Zendaya won the derby on this one. Anna looks charmingly elegant!

Adut Akech

Adut wears an avian inspired Swarovski design whose pink palette handsomely highlighted her gorgeous melanin-rich beauty. This is one of my favourite looks on the night.

Jennie Kim

Jennie Kim came through in the custom Chanel pearls in a gorgeous bespoke pantsuit with slit skirt. Love the hat and her gorgeous attitude.

Joey King

Joey was one of the few persons who walked the blue carpet in Miu Miu. The bold colours work handsomely and her choker is a stunner and definitely catches the eye.

Lauren Harrier

The gloriously stylish Lauren is wearing an oversized pantsuit by Zac Posen for Gap. Those billowing sleeves. flared legged trousers and that attitude. Go ahead!

Bebe Rexha

Know neither Bebe nor her music, but my am I loving her fierce attitude as she works the blue carpet in this gorgeous Christian Siriano delight. My but she is awesomely sexy with attitude in spades!

Alicia Keys & Swizz Beatz

Alicia and Swizz both wore Moncler x EE72 the Edward Enninful design venture. I love the draping, voluminous capes. shawls and hoods; they all work handsomely. The dark rich tones are decidedly African-inspired and understandably so.

Ashley Graham

The cool statuesque Ashley wears a muted design by BOSS. The tailoring is exquisite and her confidence as ever is empowering and on so many levels.

Dua Lipa

These finger waves are so luxe. Tell me Dua is not one of the sexiest women in music today. She is one hot glamazon who readily elevates her exquisite diaphanous Chanel gown!

Chappell Roan

Chappell’s psychedelic hot pink pantsuit is an explosion of Paul Tazewell’s creative genius. I am really loving those boots. The hair is awesome; I do, though, wish that she had accessorised with a strong herringbone choker and tons of rings on each finger, especially so in lapis lazuli.

Gabrielle Union & Dwayne Wade

The thoroughly modern and elegant couple, Gabrielle and Dwayne were both styled by Prada and look at that chunk of jewellery. Dwayne’s waistcoat is everything and matches his nails, too. I can’t wait for Gabrielle and Emma Weymouth to join forces one day on the Met Gala red carpet.

Ego Nwodim

Christopher John Rogers beautifully dressed Ego, who had the most memorable moment on SNL50 in her riotous ad lib during Weekend Update. That life sketch will go down as one of the most arrestingly funny live moments on SNL. She is a damn boss! The fascinator and jewellery are smashing and perfectly complemented by those red pumps.

Bee Carrozzini

One of my favourite women on the planet whose beauty is both exotic and timeless; honestly, she looks as though a time-travelling Claudian matriarch. Our elegant Queen is adorned by Givenchy and looks cool and ever radiant.

Lupita Nyong’o

Tell me that pastels are not more sublime on richly melanated complexions. All Chanel everything and Lupita, as ever, makes everything look regal. Lovely, and that cape is phenomenally exquisite and a handsome ode to Black American dandyism!

Jenna Ortega

Jenna wears a bespoke Balmain.

Alex Newell

Doesn’t our Tony award-winning Alex look marvellous? She always radiates joy. Her Christian Siriano black ensemble handsomely complements her bounding spirit.

Shakira

Shakira dramatically walked the blue carpet in a hot pink Prabal Gurung with a voluminous train. She looks smashing and that necklace is fantastic!

Vittoria Ceretti

As a former classical dancer, you just know that I am a serious foot fetishist, and my but Vittoria rocks my world. Edward Enninful elegantly styled Vittoria in black Moncler x EE72 with the most gorgeous hood. And that ankle bracelet is everything, to be sure!

Ivy Getty

Like Aurora James, Ivy wears a Thebe Magugu design and the long flowing diaphanous looks work on both women. This pale yellow flowing and layered creation handsomely complements her looks. Love it!

Lorde

This understated silver-grey suit by Thom Browne works, though, Lorde seems both self-conscious and intent on hiding her body… odd.

Sabrina Carpenter

Our sexy dynamo full of allure and talent is wearing double tails by Louis Vuitton. I love the dark tones against her blonde locks. She is fierce, as ever!

Angèle

Belgian singer, Angèle walked the blue carpet in a mauve Chanel gown that was contrasted by fishnet stockings.

Savannah James

Savannah, LeBron James’s wife, wore a bespoke Hanifa whose fishtail design was a richly detailed pinstriped creation in maroon. It was, in fact, a lovely ode to dandyism right down to the matching tie.

Gigi Hadid

This gold lame Miu Miu worn by Gigi is one of the night’s better designs. There is so much rich detail and references in this look. At once the hair is an ode to World War II whilst the dress harks back to a Balmain design made famous by Josephine Baker who was a dandy extraordinaire!

Mona Patel

Mona is sharply dressed by Thom Browne in a commanding ode to dandyism right down to her adorable dog bag. Exquisite!

Monica Barbaro

Christian Dior was the choice for the celebration of dandyism and it works beautifully for Monica. The hat and skirt are wonderful. She looks amazing.

Kerry Washington

Bespoke Simkhai was one of the smartest choices on the blue carpet. Kerry’s silken balloon midi skirt and hat were glorious along with the plunging décolletage. The hat and matching gloves to the skirt made this a winning look.

Lisa

Lisa’s Louis Vuitton was one of the sexiest to walk the Met Gala blue carpet. All the talk of her being inappropriately dressed was absurd. She is not a grotesque 92 year old Joan Collins fleeing her casket in a no-win crusade for long lost youth. Lisa is both stunning and utterly ravishing.

Whitney Peak

A perfectly handsome Chanel suit is spoilt by the conceit of youth to masquerade the blue carpet of the Met gala with cigarette in hand. There is nothing either cool or sexy about cigarette smoking. Just hurry up get cancer and crawl into your casket. Gauche, hideously so!

Lana Del Rey

Walking the blue carpet with a stylish Alessandro Michele, Lana looked divine in her Valentino couture with the best display of feathers to walk the Met Gala in recent years.

Rosalia

Gorgeous bespoke Balmain made Rosalia’s usual cool that much more mysterious. Beautifully constructed design.

Precious Lee

Another dramatic design of Prabal Gurung’s to walk the blue carpet. Precious Lee commanded attention in her leopard print cape and brown body suit. She looks stunning!

Sofia is dressed by Tommy Hilfiger. The bustle bow is a fabulous detail. She looks marvellous.

Rachel Brosnahan

Sergio Hudson created the most exquisite royal purple sheath that walked the blue carpet. Ms. Brosnahan looked positively regal.

Regina King

Who Decides War designed this gorgeous appliquéd pantsuit worn by the delightful Ms. King.

Keke Palmer

Vera Wang’s billowing skirt greatly brought the drama to the blue carpet. Keke’s is a great nod to dandyism. Her headdress is sublime.

Paloma Elsesser

Paloma wore another stunning Ferragamo design by Maximillian Davis. The combination of red with black stole is strikingly dramatic.

Jazmine Sullivan

Who Fears War designed the beautiful white ensemble worn by Jazmine with the most impressively powerful feet. The embroidered lace train is delicate, elegant.

Lauren Amos

Viktor and Rolf designed this engaging two-toned deconstructed gown of different fabrics. Lovely.

Issa Rae

Let’s talk kickass dandyism! Ozwald Boateng designed this exceptionally well-tailored monochromatic pantsuit as the actor, Issa embodied the dandy aesthetic. Beautiful!

Hope Smith

This gold and bronze Ozwald Boateng pantsuit is beautifully accessorised by Hope as she confidently walked the blue carpet. Her yellow blouse was the most contrasting against the red shoes and bag.

Danielle Deadwyler

Without doubt, this was the most unflattering Who Decides War design to walk the blue carpet. I don’t imagine that Danielle felt too well at the end of the night.

Diya Mehta Jatia

Diya’s sculptural ensemble was designed by Bloni. The cane and Nehru hat are a wonderful ode to dandyism. Lovely!

Miranda Kerr

Miranda epitomises Dior sophistication. Her netted headdress is marvellous, along with her black stilettos. Stunning sculptural design.

Oscar & Emilia Boateng

Naturally, Ozwald’s beautiful children are styled in his designs. Positively love Oscar’s suit. There’s no denying that their father, Ozwald is a superior tailor.

Gustav Magnar Witzoe

Billionaire scion who did not care about the dandy aesthetic. The caped Todd Patrick design, like the rose-filled Lucite briefcase was at best obtuse.

Al Sharpton

Naturally, Aisha McShaw designed Mr. Sharpton’s impeccable ode to the Black American dandy aesthetic. He looks positively marvellous!

Hailey Bieber

Hailey wore a black mini suit dress by Saint Laurent. Her look would have been better served had she worn black patent leather stilettos – open-toed platforms do not rise to the occasion.

Aimée Lee Wood

Priya Ahluwalla designed this black asymmetric ode to dandyism. If nothing else, the socks certainly do stand out.

Dasha Zukhova

May you never live in marvellously interesting times. How to make Prada look revoltingly cheap? Voilà!

Heidi Klum

Heidi glamorously graces the blue carpet, enrobed in a black Vetements maxi with train. Really loved Heidi’s candour in South Africa when interviewed about being at the EarthShot Prize, she had never heard of the “scheme” until she was approached to attend and serve as presenter. Indeed, in his jealous obsession with Prince Harry and his gorgeous Black American wife, Meghan Sussex, #peggalicious tries to flex by roping in celebrities, whom he clearly does not know and about whom he does not give a shit, to emulate Harry and Meghan’s clout.

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Anok Yai

Anok wears a avant-garde man’s suit as dress with black drop jacket cinched at the waist to drape over the contrasting white skirt. Love the knotted look of the jacket. As ever, she is Anok being playful and grounded.

Nick Brown & David Blasberg

Both husbands are neatly dressed, though, their designer assignations are unknown.

Amelia Gray Hamlin

Can you believe that she is wearing Valentino? More to the point, how exactly did she escape from the Muskokas.

Sydney Sweeney

Sydney wore black beaded Miu Miu, in an obvious ode to old Hollywood. She looked stunning.

Georgina Rodriguez

Beautiful sheer Vetements gown is ruined by her thick thighs being exposed.

Clairo

This is a beautifully detailed Valentino elegantly worn by Clairo. The bows and layers of frills are awesome. Quite beautiful.

Suki Waterhouse

Tough this is definitely not the most beautiful Michael Kors on the blue carpet, the scaled back jacket and tails look does indeed work.

Wendi Murdoch

Definitely an unusual Thom Browne silhouette worn by Ms. Deng. Gold and white with those boots work beautifully.

Laurie A. Combo & Bobby Digi Olisa

The most colourful civil servants to have walked the blue carpet. Everything about their look is an ode to dandyism uniqueness of expression. Spectacular!

Grace Murdoch

Grace with her mum to her rear, also dressed in Thom Browne. Love the rear view of her mum’s lace up boots. The pooch bag is also sweet for a young lady her age.

TEMS

Love the fabric’s design on this extraordinary Ozwald Boateng worn by African singer TEMS. I suppose that like Lauryn Hill’s ensemble the umbrella is a neo-colonial reference, which is a valid one as dandyism has transcended all epochs.

Olivia Sandelman

Nothing found on what this young, stylish Met Gala attendee wore. Life is like that!

Adrienne E. Adams

Joshua Myrie designed the gorgeous pantsuit wore by New York City Council speaker, Adrienne. Love the colour and the fabric looks warm and comfortable.

Rosé

Saint Laurent designed this sweeping trained black pantsuit with plunging décolletage, which nicely displayed the gorgeous pendant jewellery. She looks stunning and the trousers are über cool.

Charles Shaffer & Elizabeth Cordry Shaffer

Anna Wintour’s psychiatrist son and his lovely wife in a sweeping blue gown.

Jimmy Fallon

Which man does not look good in a Zenga suit? Love those shoes, too.

James Corden & Julia Carey

James and Julia were attired in bespoke BOSS. Love the pantsuit’s train.

Emma Chamberlain

Emma wears a bespoke Courrèges suit with train. The look is off by a mile.

Robert Soros & Jamie Singer Soros

Ms. Soros was dressed in bespoke Sergio Hudson. Positively love the colour, though, the hat is a bit large for an indoor evening event – at least in that colour.

Gale Brewer

New York City council member wore an appropriately dire ensemble.

Harry & Jill Kargman

Love his velvet smoking and her delicate netting and gloves… all in the details to be sure!

Freen Sarocha

Love the fur trim on this bespoke Valentino; however, the stockings are both garish and passé. A column skirt, even one with train, would have worked much better. The pink bow, though, is a gorgeous detail.

Giovanna Battaglia Englebert & Sora Choi

Sora obviously wears a Swarovski design. Love the pale blue on this very busy design.

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William-Arthur Is Relentlessly Obsessed.

Always pay attention to the numbers. Without fail, someone with 5 in the fourth position will bring on scandal with a fair dash of infamy, disruption, lies and vindictiveness; it is the mark of the saboteur/saboteuse. Who exactly is this woman? Well, she is an MBE, who has worked with both Trevor Phillips – that kept Negro of marked racial animus towards Blacks and, of course, she also knows Iain Rawlinson, who has since morphed into the vacuum at Sentebale, created in the wake of Baroness Chalker of Wallasey, Princes Seeiso of Lesotho & Harry, The Duke of Sussex having left. In short, she has completed her task of a hostile takeover of Harry’s charity, Sentebale, which shows up William for his laziness and its success only further rattles William’s cage.

#kittydominatrix #peggalicious #littlegrovellingbastardshabbosgoy #fuglyduchess

Like a handpicked animated blackamoor brooch, Sophie was #pegglicious’s agent saboteuse with pushover #kiltchaser’s tacit approval, chosen to eclipse any notion of racism – so terribly typical of your common racist boors. But make no mistakes about it, #peggalicious & #kiltchaser both have third and fourth numbers in common: 2 and 5, and that means that they are catty, vicious, gossipy, vengeful, petty as all fuck and, of course, debauched.

Both men have 2 in the third position and 5 in the fourth. Like Prince Andrew, that 5 in the fourth position means sexual infamy, sexual scandal, debauchery and an obsessive need for excess, drama and vengeance. Never forget that Her Late Gracious Queen Elizabeth II, in the last decade of her life, was merely a figurehead, but chiefly it was a regency. Her son was so reputationally damaged – affair, divorce, and savage extermination of Diana, Princess of Wales – that he could never have been named as regent. Make no mistake, it was the #littlegrovellingbastard who cut off the security and funding in February 2020, in tandem with a likely bullying #peggalicious. Never forget that as Prince Harry stated in SPARE, The Late Queen simply remained silent and observant during the Sandringham Summit where #peggedandbothered and the #closetedkilkchaser hissed, screamed and ejected Harry from the royal family… for having disgraced the family by marrying the descendant of Yanks, what’s worse… enslaved Yanks!

That is the energy of 5 in the fourth position. It is about debauchery and Sado-Masochism. In the case of #kiltchaser and his wingman #peggedandbothered. These are people who get off on being bullying, predatory, which has been fostered by the arch entitlement afforded them by their position of birth within the House of Windsor. They are ever focussed on stirring the pot, kicking up drama and relentlessly going after whomever they deem weak and the enemy. Though the British Media act as though the only royals who exist and worthy of being solely focussed on, in a campaign of misogynoir never before seen, that being Meghan and Harry, there is a great deal about #peggalicious and #kiltchaser that is more than a little newsworthy.

Charity Polo for Sentebale, Sophie Chandauka

This woman, Sophie Chandauka, is on a campaign designed by both racists #kiltchaser and #peggalicious. They are hellbent on sabotaging Harry and Meghan’s life outside the firm. Sophie was brought into Sentebale in 2023. That same November, 2023, at the Royal British Legion Festival of Remembrance at The Royal Albert Hall, there was a tribute to the Invictus Games and the invaluable work that the charity does for veterans and their families. Not once throughout was there an image or mention of Prince Harry present in the tribute. Both obsessed, vengeful, petty racist boors, #peggalicious and #kilkchaser, sat there looking at that tribute, knowing damn well that it was the latest launch in their campaign to destroy Harry and Meghan… their lives, their marriage, their work.

Royal British Legion Festival of Remembrance, 2023

At the 26th minute of the festival, the tribute to the Invictus Games commences. Not once, is Prince Harry mentioned and there is no photograph or film clip of him. It is as though the Invictus Games are a royal family product and since Harry was removed as a working royal, they was therefore no need for him to be in any way associated with the Invictus Games tribute being presented before racists #kilkchaser and #peggalicious. Of course, they sat there knowing that their loyal pickaninny, Sophie, was embedded at Sentebale and in due course would set off a bomb, in the multiple-pronged campaign against Harry and Meghan.

Openly racist boors at Harry & Meghan’s wedding

Their 2 in the third position is a telling insight, as 2 in the negative is about being petty, gossipy, meanspirited, vindictive and holding grudges for decades where others would not ever once revisit. This duo work in tandem and as a result, Harry & Meghan were evicted from Frogmore Cottage, after having renovated it and had to walk away without their 5k£ copper bathtub. Thanks to these two meanspirited, petty racist boors, there continues a relentless campaign in the British Media of daily articles inciting misogynoir against Meghan and open anti-Black racism, all the while at every opportunity, rushing to speak up against the rise in anti-Semitism. They, #peggalicioius and #kiltchaser, were behind Thomas Markle Sr. speaking to Australian media, in a bid to discredit Meghan – LIVE on-air Thomas Markle Sr. admitted as much. Further the little #texanbottomfeeder was put up to lying against Meghan in court and again on the eve of “With Love, Meghan” on Netflix, he raised his phlegmy-looking chinless mug on 60 Minutes Australia in yet another futile bid to discredit and impede Meghan’s success. Meghan was told to stay away from Balmoral because clearly, she worked some voodoo on Her Late Majesty for her to have sanctioned Harry & Meghan’s wedding. Of course, it was likely an excuse to have Meghan alone minus Harry so that the #hissingdominatrix could have a go at Meghan. Without doubt, #peggalicious was behind that decision and he saw to it that Andrew went to Balmoral with him with his brother, Harry, left behind to charter a flight of his own; by the time Harry made it to Balmoral, the #slitheringbuttpluggedninny had already taken off.

Charlotte, George & Louis

As future King Mother, Catherine has always been more powerful than even her husband. She is the mother of a future Sovereign. She knows her importance; that is why no one could have made her report to Balmoral when The Queen passed. This action spoke to her power; it also spoke to how difficult she is with an energy body of 9. She clearly did not enjoy ease of relations with Her Late Majesty, The Queen and she sought then to exercise her power. It was, though an error. Catherine did not have the right to deny Prince George and also the very mature Charlotte from reporting to Balmoral; although, this was ultimately a decision made by #peggalicious as he would not have wanted George to interact with Harry. As future Sovereign long after his parents are gone, Prince George aka King George VII’s grandkids are never going to learn from him, what it was like when he saw his great grandmother on her death bed. The Queen was the most remarkable sovereign, possibly ever, and this would have been an historical and important ritual for Prince George to have partaken of. Their lives are totally devoted to service and not private at a time of the passing of a monarch. Death like birth is a natural part of life; at 9 years old, Prince George was sufficiently old and mature that he should have been allowed those moments with the departed, beloved 41st monarch.

Prince George at Coronation 2023

Mere months later and suddenly, Prince George was not too young to have attended the coronation. This, of course, was a coronation which as petty, racist boors would have it, took place on Prince Archie’s fourth birthday – again, likely it was proffered by #peggalicious whose reaction to the news of Archie’s birth was, “I already have a nephew.” This would mean that Meghan could not attend with both parents missing their son’s birthday. Everything staged and designed to punish Harry and make him know how he will never be forgiven for marrying the descendant of the enslaved; plus there was the matter of being outed in SPARE for their racist ugliness as hinted in the Oprah Interview in March, 2021. Never forget that during the Oprah interview, Meghan made the point of insisting of Catherine, “She is a good person.” Also, during the Harry & Meghan Netflix docuseries, Meghan threw her hands up and said, “It’s your brother! I am not going to say anything about your brother, but it’s so obvious,” with regards to a message on Harry’s phone, obviously from #peggalicious with regards the #chinlesstexanbottomfeeder interfering in the court case between Meghan v Daily Mail – the #peggalicious aligned mouthpiece of #ladyfuckamare.

Attending London Holocaust Memorial, 2025

The aggressive racial predator does what she wants; she is future king mother, the most powerful member of the House of Windsor, and has been since July 22, 2013. She could not more be bothered to attend The Late Queen’s passing at Balmoral than she could go on tour, in fourteen years of marriage, to any of the predominantly Black 19 Commonwealth nations in Africa. If you think that any of those 19 Commonwealth nations were Jewish that she would not have been multiple times by now, then you’ve not been paying attention. Trust you me, if The Late Queen were Jewish, Catherine would have reported to Balmoral with at least her two oldest children with her. Furthermore, she has not toured any of those 19 predominantly Black Commonwealth nations in Africa because #peggalicious does not give a living damn what it looks like; he hates Blacks and that’s that.

Omid Scobie. ENDGAME

Were it not for Omid Scobie – look at those Joan Crawford brows, and his delicious exposé, ENDGAME, the #gruesomefoursome would not suddenly need to add a new health crisis to the pantomime. As is to be expected of fourth number of 5, all drama, all the frigging time, the royals have just had to go to town to try and eclipse the charge of anti-Black racists. When did you ever see Queen Elizabeth II’s seventy-year reign beset with so much gossip, scandal and BS. #fattyfingers started the drama with his shenanigans with the #fuglyduchess and his deals with the #fourthbaron that produced a drama-prone bastard. To be sure, Diana threw herself down those stairs when she was likely told by the #littlegrovellingbastard and London’s favourite #shabbosgoy that she had been inseminated at High Grove and not by himself, and it was not whilst pregnant with Harry that she undertook to be no part of this dark affair – this, of course, was graphically enacted in a dream of intense lucidity with astral plane solidity.

This is a child with 2 & 5 who will become corrupted
D. Trump 14.6.1946 Year of the Dog 5.2.4 = 11

Notice that like the #littlegrovellingbastard and #peggalicious the felon has both 2 & 5 in his numerology. This is the signature of the spoilt brat, the drama queen and someone who is hellbent on being disruptive and seeking revenge at the cost of his kingdom. Always yapping and belittling the opposition – #sleepjoe,#crookedhillary, just as one sees the senior royals do to Harry and Meghan through their extensive network of media henchmen.

Can I hold Him

No matter what, #peggalicious does not care. He will stop at nothing to ruin Harry’s life. Harry cannot have all the fun. Harry cannot get to hold the bunny rabbit. Harry must not have a wife, Meghan, who is infinitely more emotionally intellect, articulate and charismatic than his regurgitating, mumbling, racist, drunken, dominatrix wife who cannot speak without engaging in a Willy and the hand jive routine. Most of all, as the little #conversobastard is so clearly of that ilk, under no circumstances will he tolerate Harry bringing a Black woman into the royal family. There have been 42 monarchs before him, yet #peggalicious acts as though he is protecting a bloodline from becoming sullied by Black blood when Queen Charlotte, King George III’s consort, was of Black heritage.

Well, of course, they would enlist a compromised Black in their hostile takeover of Sentebale. Sophie is corrupt, compromised and like them, she is possessed of 5 in her numerology and will definitely bring the kind of disruptive drama that will play well in the British tabloids. Sentebale is too good for Harry to have, besides it predates, as does Invictus Games, Earthjizz by long years. Under no circumstances can autocratic #peggalicious tolerate Harry and his successful endeavours. The same jealous, tantrum-prone #peggalicious in the two preceding clips is why this ‘scandal,’ which is pure fabrication on #kiltchaser and #peggalicious’s part, has unfolded. Blacks were disproportionately represented during the coronation on Archie’s birthday because, as ever, a guilty conscience needs no accuser. It’s all compensatory window dressing and nothing more.

Katt Williams 2.9.1971 Year of the Pig 2.2.2 = 6

First off, 2 in the first position – energy body means that Katt will have you howling; it is a gift we possess – I am 2.1.8 = 11. He is though a triple threat. He has three 2s, which means not only does he know the gossip on everyone, sooner or later, he will unload on everyone.

Liquored up Katt with his triple 2s did not come to play shy. This episode of Shannon Sharpe’s Club Shay Shay was the most cringeworthy, yet most delicious thing to watch. As a numerologist, I looked and watched Katt validate the very essence of his numbers with unwavering focussed accuracy. Not only does 2 know all the gossip but they are prepared when it suits them to unleash the beast, knowing the havoc it can create. Also, when 5 is added to two, which is not the case with Katt, it will use subterfuge, lies and exaggeration to amplify its warring campaign as is the case with Sophie, #peggalicious and #kiltchaser.

Mo’nique

Mo’nique 11.12.1967 Year of the Goat 2.5.1 = 8

Here’s another soul with energy body of 2. Lord do I know this territory; however, the purpose of life when you know your numbers, is to outgrow being focussed in their negative polarities. If Mo’nique lives to the age of 102, she will every opportunity she gets to cock-suck a mic, open her hippopotamus mouth and start bawling about how she was wronged by either Oprah Winfrey, Tyler Perry or both. Please just stop hugging cacti and move the fuck on already! With that 5 in her numerology, Mo’nique’s motivation for regurgitating Oprah & Tyler’s names every opportunity, is motivated by trying to incite animus towards both persons with whom she’s been professionally associated. Trust me, if her second number were 1, she would do no such thing when in public; she would revisit her grudge privately with a tight circle of persons whom she trusts and never otherwise. Her 5 is hoping to ensnare Tyler and Oprah in scandal, and to no avail, I might add.

Photo 1: Sophie Chandauka 1.3.1 = 5

Sophie is being used by the very controlling #peggalicious with 3.9.2 = 5 numerology and such persons are archly controlling. Sophie also has the same numerology as Prince Andrew, which is saying a lot about her character and why, like Andrew, she has burnt through funds at Sentebale. She is a scandal magnet and is being used to dispel any notion of racism; in fact, she is used just so that #kiltchaser and #peggalicious can counter the label of royal racists from the House of Sussex, tossing it right back at Harry & Meghan’s feet.

Photo 2: Prince Andrew 1.3.1 = 5

As we are all well aware, Andrew is notoriously autocratic, entitled, rude, controversial and given to scandal. The two 1s are indicative of an out of control ego, which is now emerging in the case of Sophie Chandauka. It is all about these scandal prone persons. Andrew, of course, is guilty as sin of his proclivities by his association with Jeffrey Epstein. You will not be surprised at the amount of royal born males who have a fourth number of 5; it allows them to be abusive, sexually debauched and given to excess, which in some cases can be admirable as in the case of King George IV who obsessively collected art. King Charles III in the positive expression of his fourth position of 5 collects, loves and is creatively focussed in the arts – painting, music, landscaping et al.

Photo 3: Diddy 4.6.4 = 5

Diddy with two 4s is a self-made man. He also is exceptionally debauched. What men like him and others always fail to remember on becoming fabulously famous and wealthy, is that they are held to a different standard for being Black. They will be more begrudged, hated and will more readily be the subject of scandal and face ruination, simply because of the racist state of the world and, truth be told, there’ll always be some jealous Black person who will be ever quick to ‘run tell massa,’ and get a brother in no end of trouble. This does not give them license to be corrupt and abuse anyone; however, such is both the state of the world and human nature.

Photo 4: King George IV 3.2.9 = 5

King George IV had a most violent relationship with his wife, Caroline of Brunswick, 8.4.8 = 2, who found herself in the midst of scandal when being taken to court for adultery, fourth number of 2. Interestingly, Catherine has three numbers in common with King George IV; this is interesting because George IV was known for having a very loud, disputatious marriage with his wife Caroline, which was his 9 being triggered. Caroline would have loathed his profligate spending and mismanagement of funds – fourth number of 5, as is the case with Prince Andrew of York. Both William and Catherine have 9 in their numerology. As Catherine has a need for power and is in perseverance mode, she triggers William and will ultimately win any fight they have, she can be louder than him and more violent-tongued than him, because she is also a warrior soul and fighting is foreplay and warriors always win. Full stop! Most of all, Catherine and William are task companions – a relationship at the level of soul that is most intense to the exclusion of others in their orbit.

Photo 5: Mohamed Al-Fayed 9.1.4 = 5

That placement of 5 would bring on the scandal of his son Dodi Al-Fayed and Diana, Princess of Wales having been murdered. His lifelong crusade to prove the point, was scandalous in itself. Moreover, since his passing, for having threatened the establishment, his name is now further scandalised as claims of sexual impropriety have surfaced. 9 energy body, like Catherine means a strong-willed difficult customer, all of which is added to by his mindset of 1. Domineering! Also, energy body of 9 usually is found in the numerology of the parvenu which is certainly true of both Catherine and Mohamed; in the case of the former, this is why the tabloid keep referring to her as Kate Middleton! Moreover, both energy body of 9 and 5 are highly sexed individuals which can also leave them fairly combative customers when not sexually focussed.

Photo 6: King George V 3.9.2 = 5

George V had the exact same numerology as does William. All the rejection of Meghan and campaign to ruin Harry & Meghan’s marriage and success outside the royal family, is owing to that 5, 9 and 2. The 2 and 5 combination signifies someone who is fiendishly obsessed with controlling the narrative and eliminating anything and anyone that could mar the family name and integrity as they see it. This is why King George V betrayed his Romanov relatives and callously had them murdered rather than have them relocate to the United Kingdom where they could possibly be perceived as a distraction and source of scandal to his monarchy. As a result, for George V, the Romanovs would have proven too great a threat and thereby possibly provoke republican sentiments. Additionally, the need to change the family name from Saxe-Coburg and Gotha to Windsor, is again the controlling aspect of 2 & 5. William’s current campaign to destroy Harry by way of hostile takeover of Sentebale and going after the Invictus Games – as per the RBL Festival of Remembrance in 2023, is in keeping with the behaviour of King George V when challenged by anything that would scandalise his reign. Similarly, though his controlling nature caused George V to have emerged void of sexual scandal, there is a strong likelihood that he would have had male lovers or at least regular same-sex sexual liaisons. His controlling 2 and 5 would have left that aspect of his life well concealed and that is precisely why brother, Prince Albert Victor, The Duke of Clarence and Avondale suffered sexual scandal. I am firmly convinced that Albert Victor’s sexual outing was deliberate and he was sacrificed so as to cover up his brother, King George V’s own homosexual proclivities. Try as one might, it is an open secret that #peggalicious’s penchant for butt plugs also betrays his pronounced same-sex proclivities, which his controlling 2 & 5 would go to great lengths to keep concealed.

Photo 7: Camilla, Queen Consort 8.6.9 = 5

Like William and Catherine, Camilla has 9 in her numerology; this number in the negative is about being snobbish, boorish and decidedly racist as has been dramatised before the world in their campaign against Meghan. 9, also means that she totally controls Charles and that 5, of course, betrays the scandal which has left him known in quarters among other things as the #tamponking. Who can forget Camilla including Jeremy Clarkson in her Christmas lunch at Mayfair’s Murano after he had recently penned that Op Ed in the Rupert Murdoch latrine, The Sun, in which he expressed his fantasies of Meghan being lynched. The royals do not hide their racial animus towards Blacks and it has become fully exposed with Meghan marrying Harry. Also, do not forget that a very big and real part of 5 in the fourth position, along with the sexual scandal, it leaves such persons predisposed to group sex, pansexuality, fetishistic sex, paedophilia, bestiality and even necrophilia. It can be said of the royals with 5 in the fourth position that they do have an appetite for that most delectable of meats, tangential cannibalism – as in the way they ravenously gourmandise on Meghan through their manipulation of the archly racist and obsequious British media.

Photo 8: King Charles III 5.7.2 = 5

There we see the 2 & 5 combination, which is all about being controlling, petty, jealous and archly vengeful. As per his close associations with known paedophiles, Jimmy Savile and Gary Glitter, plus who knows whom else, these dubious proclivities do satisfy Charles’s outré sexual focus. Again, like William and King George V, this man has a hyper controlling obsessive personality and will go to any length to conceal that which he deems no one’s damn business. Charles like William and George, his grandson, all have a goal of Acceptance, which is ‘the’ great goal and the love vibe. One can see ample displays of this in both Charles and William. Certainly, this is true of both persons when encountered in dreams, for rarely are one’s numerological vibration operative in dreams; however, the overleaves are more readily discerned and operative. Debauchery and greed and money issues are par for the course when 5 is the fourth number, as is the case with Prince Andrew. It is less so obvious with both Charles and William as they have access to Duchies of Cornwall and Lancaster funding, but their greed is pronounced. In the case of William that greed would be heightened by a parsimonious nature as per his 9 mindset, which is complemented by Catherine’s 9 energy body.

Photo 9: William The Prince of Wales 3.9.2 = 5

As is obvious, same numerology as King George V whose proclivities and private life one knows almost nothing about, owing to his controlling nature, thanks to that 2 & 5 placement. William, of course, like his father and firstborn has a goal of acceptance, which is the great goal. In his case, it is less on display as with his father; it is muted through his energy body of 3, which is all about being charmingly self-deprecating but that is not the same as a goal of acceptance. Incidentally, not only does William have a goal of acceptance like King Charles, but his mother, whom he has dismissed as having been mentally disturbed, also had a goal of acceptance. William is a jealous, suspicious individual and this is part of the reason why he is so obsessed with Meghan. Meghan, of course, has a goal of acceptance. William sees this as Meghan cosplaying his mum, in a bid to con her way into the monarchy. Of course, this is one of the excuses that William uses to justify his racism towards Meghan. Meghan is, however, the real McCoy. It is why she does not do drama or confrontation. Added to all that, Meghan has master number 11, which is the Midas touch which would threaten and terrify persons like Charles & William because it is the signature of superior intelligence, emotional intelligence and someone naturally prone to being loved. Incidentally, Donald Trump also has master number 11, which as with Meghan leaves him both intensely loved and despised; this without doubt is the case with Meghan. Charles, Catherine, Camilla and William think that their relentless campaign to demonise and vilify Meghan, will some day succeed; it never will with master number 11. One other noteworthy feature of William’s is that whenever he appears sat in dreams, his legs are always gather beneath him; this is the case with persons who are on the autism spectrum in the waking state. Also, persons who are on the autism spectrum tend towards having an almost perverse animus towards Blacks. In dreams there are no lies! And every dream encounter with Prince Harry, he is real, unpretentious and always without exception barefooted, even when on horseback. Though, Prince George of Wales does have 5 in the fourth position; it would be unfair and frankly irresponsible to say therefore he can be expected to turn out like his paternal great uncle, Prince Andrew.

Sentebale Charity Polo Trophy Photo Call

The polo photo call is tradition. The two opposing teams pose on the outside with the presenters, either male or female between the teams. Sophie enters the stage and walks with her back to the audience, which shows lack of awareness – one never turns the back on the audience… you are always on. Meghan, who is a seasoned acting professional, knows her mark and has previously been on the podium. Seeing Sophie’s error in standing between the players of Harry’s team, Meghan graciously invites her to come over where there was already space created to accommodate the three non-players. The other woman onstage, who took to the podium after Sophie then invited the latter to come stand in the middle of both her and Meghan. Good god, somehow in all of this purely natural and casual event where the unaware Sophie was at fault, Meghan has been vilified as being rude, bullying and unroyal. I’d much rather that Meghan be unroyal because that would mean not being a fucking racist, bullying, lying, entitled boor. Was the other woman also being rude to Sophie? No one was being rude to Sophie, save that with her two 1s, blind self-centredness, egotism, she just had to go walk and go stand where she damn well felt she must or could. It is called YouTube, not sure, looking at a few polo trophy presentations and you would see that the non-players are always stood between opposing teams. There is no there, there, despite how shrill ninnies like Charlotte Griffiths like to exaggerate about a perfectly innocuous incident. But at least Charlotte could be commended for having acknowledged that there is such a thing as misogynoir, if only because this was Sophie’s recent allegation against Prince Harry and not, incidentally Prince Seeiso, a Black man. However, far be it from either Lady Tittydown to have mentioned the word or for that matter the toe-tapping, minstrel Windsor lapdog who would never acknowledge the term misogynoir because, somehow, that would mean that Black women, most especially Meghan, would be singularly subjected to racial animus from bipedal lapdogs like him.

Dredging the East River Hunting for Diamond Studded Butt Plug

Seriously, since Harry and Meghan were kicked out of the royal family, chiefly by #peggalicious, what exactly has he been up to. He’s been on a number of trips to America, in a bid to rain on their parade. Of course, the moment he and the #edwardgoreyghoul were booed out of Boston, she’s not returned with him. How much time do you think he spends on his vanity project of ending homelessness when he could not give a damn about the ugly shame of being a slum landlord, who has done nothing to improve the living conditions of persons who let from him in the Duchy of Cornwall. He is archly lazy and too obsessed with competing against Harry, and Meghan, to have time for little else. Hell, he is even skipping out on attending BAFTA; to be fair, when he attended alone in 2024, no one gave a toss as he entered the auditorium which is precisely why he opted to go to Mustique this year – he is petty like that, much as one would expect of the dangerous, deranged orange clown who has taken the world hostage at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Earthjizz is a nothing burger which does not award the funds until the cited organisations are fully up and running and have proven themselves successful. Again, all show no substance; just a desperate need to fiercely compete with Harry and Meghan.

Can’t Keep His Hands Off

Look at predatory #peggalicious; he just can’t keep his hands off the pretty boy. Never mind Meghan, bullying Sophie out of the way. What about #peggalicious telling that woman to get out of the shot, throughout which he possessively kept his right hand on the back of the pretty boy. Not surprisingly, he ended up staying overnight in Birmingham, though he had been expected to return to London that day! All the while, the fiendishly controlling #peggalicious distracts the sheeple by having the bottom-feeder tabloid media relentlessly bay at Harry and Meghan some 5.4K miles away.

December 2020/Windsor Castle

The Queen within 2 years of her passing, wastes no time in dismissing William as the spoilt, racist nuisance that he is. Of course, equally as arrogant as his uncle, Prince Andrew and Charles – all with fourth number of 5, did not give a damn. He simply walked off whilst counting down the days to be rid of the ancient monarch. Her Late Majesty was the one person who could not only see through him, but she did not have to hold back and clearly in this particular interlude, did not waste time in dismissing him as mere milquetoast. The preceding parade alludes to the real visage behind the scenes. #peggalicious is the only senior royal who is moving-centred, such persons are inordinately sexually focussed and are also violently domineering and controlling. As with his poilued face in recent years, #peggalicious has a posse of equally bearded, goateed poseurs. Make no mistake about it, nothing is more exhilarating than bussy being roughly massaged by a poilu partner during anilingus. There is nothing vanilla about being a #peggedandbothered late mature scholar soul, who is moving-centred with his third and fourth numbers being 2 & 5.

Beyoncé Crazy in Love VH1 Fashion Rocks Royal Albert Hall, 2003

Look at our Queen, Beyoncé, own staid, stuffy, old London town!

As Ever Gift Package!
Queen

That’s right, like a Boss, that’s how our Queen Meghan be striding to the bank, ’cause she runs the world! $$$

Mia & Meghan Sussex…. Bliss

As ever, love wins…

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Danny Bank – Bass clarinet

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Jimmy Cobb – Drums

Johnny Coles – Trumpet

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Gil Evans – Arranger, Conductor

Harold Feldman – Clarinet, Flute, Oboe

Bernie Glow – Trumpet

Dick Hixon – Trombone

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Patron Saint & Queen of the Karens. Victim. Virgin Mother!

Jealous Peggalicious Preys Whilst Scorned Ekaterina Deliberately Flirts with Thespian & His Beard

Well, of course, the Venus Flytrap-pussied broodmare is damn well going to flirt after having been brushed off days earlier at the Polo. So there was she, patron of the All England Lawn & Tennis Club in bitch-dominatrix green – perfect colour for a woman with energy body of 9, reigning at Wimbledon. Just for the cameras, Ekaterina obstinately flirted with actor, James Norton. So what if he is Queer, all men are dogs, after all, it’s just a matter of time before they sniff each other and start humping seen or unseen. Ekaterina, the world onlooking, just wanted to get under the Pegged and follicly challenged boor Wilhelm’s skin. Of course, the fact that both senior Waleses are task companions only adds to the complexity of the War of the Waleses.

Ekaterina’s Reason for Devoting More Time to The 1851 Trust than Any Other Charity? Big Ben

With the recent departure of Elizabeth II, the snivelling palace sycophants have been reinventing fabulist gossip and tales to make of the Waleses and Windsors that which they have never been, Olympian. These are crass racist charlatans and little else. So after having been outed as a racist boor both on the Oprah interview in March, 2021 and in Prince Harry’s SPARE, along comes snivelling bottom-feeder Valentina Pas-Haut with a revised edition to her specious tome, adding more storeys than the combined felled Twin Towers. Ekaterina insisted that ‘Recollections May Vary’ be kept in because it was important that History judge them correctly. Chile please! The Fleet Street parasites have no control over either facts or opinions outside their cultist island kingdom.

Bitch Get Off Me… Don’t Make Me Slap You. Ekaterina Brushed Off at the Polo.

Well, indeed, it seems that the tide has drastically changed. Prinz Wilhelm von Pegged und Fisted has come out, fighting that is, and with Elizabeth II off the stage, he can damn well do as he pleases and is. No more time to waste on spilled milk; living separate lives does seem to be the order of the day.

HRH Prince George of Wales – The Spook in the Window

I don’t know about you, but that is just not normal behaviour. There was a point at Trooping the Colour 2023, on the Buckingham Palace balcony, George was speaking and his father, Prinz Wilhelm von Pegged und Fisted, snapped at him. In that moment, George became frozen, standing there on the Buckingham Palace balcony and his right arm began involuntarily twitching.

Trooping the Colour 2023. Incident Occurs Between 02:56:00 and 02:56:30

There are a number of times when Prince George tries to get the attention of either parent and instead either parent favours Prince Louis or Princess Charlotte. George has a number of odd twitches and much of them are likely due to being around mercurial parents, who shout at each other lots. Prince George’s numbers do not leave him in good stead next to either parent’s numerology; they would incite a considerable degree of discomfort and fear. Prince George: 22.7.2013 Year of the Snake 4.2.8 = 5. That 5’s placement spells sexual scandal down the line; the 8’s placement means that the family’s fortune potentially may suffer massive setback(s). The 2 mindset means that he is innately creative and his parents are a mystery to, and some degree of distress for Prince George. George has only one number in common with his mother, Ekaterina, 4; he has two with his father, Wilhelm, 2 & 5. 5 represents excess, kink, unorthodox sexual appetite. George, however, with the mindset of 2 may end up being a fantasist rather than indulger and may end up being a collector of erotic art, along the lines of Shunga, Kangra, Chinese, Persian, Arabic, Islamic & European erotic art, books, sculpture et al. 2, also, rules two-spirits, a pronounced feminine principal so that coupled with 5, George may well become genuinely bisexual in nature – what he does in private when an adult, is no one’s business – provided it won’t be with minors. More than that, 2, represents genius level creativity. In George with such strong-willed ‘loud’ parents, his 5’s excessiveness apart him leaving him potentially quite tall, will act out through food, thus, he may end up being rotund for eating to excess, the opposite of his paternal grandmother, Diana, Princess of Wales’s, bulimia.

Trooping the Colour 2023. Famille Wales: George, Louis, Ekaterina, Charlotte & Wilhelm

There is a great deal about the firstborn which is marvellously camouflaged. All the more reason, why they allow the little freak, Louis/Damian to act out, thereby taking the spotlight off George’s spectrum markers. Alas, not everyone chooses to see nothing! George’s softness lends credence to the rumour that George was preceded by an older illegitimate sibling. Indeed, have you not heard about Happy Valley, the Sequel? It isn’t just the alpaca-faced chatelaine in Norfolk, who is a baby mama; indeed, George simply lacks the alpha vibration of a firstborn child. Even within the brood spawned by Prinzessein Ekaterina von Rictus der Gurnalot und Mumbleweiss. By far, Charlotte is more dominant of the three. Queer indeed it is that the Horse Guards Parade photo of George: the spook in the window, has been completely scrubbed from the internet – indeed, they’ve got something to hide. Also of note whilst stood on the Buckingham Palace balcony was Prinz Wilhelm’s animated coughing as though he were rudely saying something to the perpetually rictus Ekaterina, as she kept trying to have her left arm touch his right arm whilst stood side-by-side.

As Happy as a Truly Rictus & Gurning Loon

Just look at her, the blasted gurning loon. She is like an engagingly fascinating coffee table book that turns out to have not a single page between the covers. Blithering, inarticulate, quite the mumbling loon, Ekaterina. This past spring, I was at a Sunday brunch when the hosts wanted me to explain the finer points of numerology; it was an exciting gathering that lasted into early evening. At that time, a guest there had been familiar with Jian Ghomeshi and was fascinated to learn how his numerology explained his fall from grace for being caught up in a legal sex scandal. My take on the whole affair – Google is your friend – is that there would have been a great degree of consensual relations. Jian’s numbers are 9.6.2 = 8. First and foremost, all persons with energy body of 9 are all about control; they will always be abrasive and given to being smothering, manipulating – controlling. The one thing that is marked by persons with energy body of 9, is that they are given to ritualised sex that is chiefly consensual and either would be dominatrix or sadist but never masochistic.

Ekaterina at Wimbledon, 2019. Meghan Is Being Verbally Assaulted. Meghan Is Stunned.

In 9 energy body persons dealings with others, they often attempt, usually successfully, to bully and make subordinates their ‘bottoms’ – this chiefly is the dynamic of Ekaterina with Wilhelm and also what she sought to establish with Meghan. Obviously, she failed to break Meghan or the Sussexes would still be in the UK. Look at Meghan’s expression in the preceding photograph and tell me that that is the face of a bully. Look at the optics of that photograph, Ekaterina’s lizard lips are shaped in the same hostile ‘O’ that chimpanzees make when making screaming shrill calls at an opponent. Meghan is sat there before the world, knowing the optics of being ‘on’ and is both stunned and exhausted at this mumbling, inarticulate, crazy bitch, fucking with her and trying to break her spirit. Bitch in what world is Meghan supposed to take shit from your dumb, lazy, leg-spreading, racist ass? The racially predatory Ekaterina just couldn’t wait to have Meghan fully captive, minus Prince Harry, and before the entire world. Sat was Meghan between Ekaterina the dominatrix and her flat-arsed sister, Pippa. You just know, too, that there was a 99.9% likelihood that Ekaterina was all liquored up and in peak bitchy, sarcastic, bullying energy body of 9 mode. Hands down there is no way that Meghan would ever privately describe Ekaterina as pleasant. Ekaterina knows damn well that even if she spat in Meghan’s face, whilst sat there in the royal box at Wimbledon, the whole world would say that the reverse happened or that Meghan spat on her first but it was not caught on camera.

Shunga Print Provenance: British Museum

Alas, Vanilla sexual relations are not the norm for 9 energy-bodied persons as was clearly the case with Ghomeshi. As 9 energy body has to do with ritualised sexual control, obviously, at some point that dynamic corrupts the dominant partner and abuse can ensue. Think of the animal dynamism of sexual play in the 2015, Doug Liman film Mr. & Mrs. Smith, starring Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie – that is the order of sexual play with 9 energy body persons.

Damian: the Possessed & Damaged Spawn’s Coming Out

Okay then, said the striking red-maned Ethiopian with the most strikingly beautiful eyes – in town from London, England by way of New York City, for a wedding, please explain what the hell is that, as she turned his phone and showed us a clip of Prince Louis at the Platinum Jubilee Parade in June 2022. We all hysterically howled. Obviously, the child is crazy and there is nothing cute or adorable about behaviour like that, said she, to which I enthusiastically agreed. Louis/Damian: 23.4.2018, Dog, 5.9.2 = 7. Like his paternal grandmother, Diana, Princess of Wales, this very disturbed individual runs the very real risk of being murdered to be rid of the nuisance that he proves to either his mother or possibly father under duress – either way, he would be rather readily disposed of, and the island kingdom’s somnambulant would think nothing of it. Louis has three numbers in common with his father 2, 5 & 9 and one with his very controlling powerful mother, Ekaterina, 9. Ekaterina was sick to death of him and livid that he was proving a thorough embarrassment before the entire world. Let’s then look at the machinations, of which the then Cambridges were the obvious chief architects.

November 2016

A Statement by the Communications Secretary to Prince Harry

Published 08 November 2016

Since he was young, Prince Harry has been very aware of the warmth that has been extended to him by members of the public. He feels lucky to have so many people supporting him and knows what a fortunate and privileged life he leads.

He is also aware that there is significant curiosity about his private life. He has never been comfortable with this, but he has tried to develop a thick skin about the level of media interest that comes with it. He has rarely taken formal action on the very regular publication of fictional stories that are written about him and he has worked hard to develop a professional relationship with the media, focused on his work and the issues he cares about.

But the past week has seen a line crossed. His girlfriend, Meghan Markle, has been subject to a wave of abuse and harassment. Some of this has been very public – the smear on the front page of a national newspaper; the racial undertones of comment pieces; and the outright sexism and racism of social media trolls and web article comments. Some of it has been hidden from the public – the nightly legal battles to keep defamatory stories out of papers; her mother having to struggle past photographers in order to get to her front door; the attempts of reporters and photographers to gain illegal entry to her home and the calls to police that followed; the substantial bribes offered by papers to her ex-boyfriend; the bombardment of nearly every friend, co-worker, and loved one in her life.

Prince Harry is worried about Ms. Markle’s safety and is deeply disappointed that he has not been able to protect her. It is not right that a few months into a relationship with him that Ms. Markle should be subjected to such a storm. He knows commentators will say this is ‘the price she has to pay’ and that ‘this is all part of the game’. He strongly disagrees. This is not a game – it is her life and his. 

He has asked for this statement to be issued in the hopes that those in the press who have been driving this story can pause and reflect before any further damage is done. He knows that it is unusual to issue a statement like this, but hopes that fair-minded people will understand why he has felt it necessary to speak publicly.

In November 2016, Prince Harry releases a statement in support of Meghan, defending her against the racial undertones in the media that attacked her integrity. Naturally, by this time, the then Cambridges would have been upset that Harry had chosen a wholly unsuitable ‘girl’ – good god just imagine what the kids would look like. Ekaterina with an energy body of 9, would by now have become livid and seethed at Meghan possibly marrying into the RF. She is Black. Most of all, she is infinitely more charismatic and articulate than her – Meghan is her Kryptonite! Do not underestimate the power of a 9 mother, like a bear and her cubs, Ekaterina, as are all mothers, is extremely protective of her cubs. Ekaterina did not relish Meghan and her biracial kids, close in age to her own kids, coming on the scene. Imagine a ginger, afroed Archie and Lilibet, who by their mere exoticism, would garner greater press coverage. A wholly unacceptable proposition for Wilhelm and, in particular, Ekaterina this proved.

March 2017

Harry & Meghan, Montego Bay, Jamaica. Tom Inskip’s Wedding

March 2017, Montego Bay, Jamaica, Meghan joins Prince Harry as his date for friend, Tom Inskip’s wedding. At the time, the rumour mill and every Karen’s livid little blog, insisted that Meghan had crashed the wedding and was stalking Prince Harry; after all, they knew to be fact that Prince Harry had broken off their relationship in early 2017. All this in a narrative of their own delusional making. Well, all the Karens were sure that the Queen was suffering dementia and Caligula II had to step in and provide greater security for Prince Harry as he was being stalked, harassed by the crazed actress whom they had irrefutable proof was a yacht girl – The 1851 Trust notwithstanding. Just look at how miserable Prince Harry looked at the wedding and how she clawed all over him, touching a royal prince. Never mind, the braying racist masses but Ekaterina with an energy body of 9 and Wilhelm with a mindset of 9 – defender of the flame and does not like anything that is not traditional or deemed unconventional, were secretly hissing at how Harry was doing this to them, to the family; it was betrayal, plain and simple. The then Cambridges would not have approved of Harry being enamoured of Meghan.

May 2017

Pippa’s Wedding to James Matthews

Pippa’s wedding to the son of a wealthy – though guarded – paedophile, was Ekaterina‘s chance to start publicly fucking with Meghan. Ekaterina whose control of Wilhelm is thorough, laid down the law; however, like all dimwits, she left herself open to unflattering scrutiny. According to the rules, if a woman was neither engaged nor married, she could not attend the wedding ceremony at the church. That being the case, Meghan was relegated to the wedding reception, which was well out of the view of the paparazzi. So there was Prinz Wilhelm arriving with Prince Harry to kill any rumours of Prince Harry attending alone and if that meant that it was over between him and Meghan better yet, even though everyone here in Toronto in the know, knew that Harry and Meghan were still very much so on.

HRH Princess Eugenie & Lover Jack Brooksbank, Pippa’s Wedding , May 2017

Then the most marvellous thing occurred, HRH Princess Eugenie walked to the church ceremony of Pippa’s wedding, accompanied by Jack Brooksbank. At the time, Eugenie and Jack were neither engaged nor wedded; thus, the whole rule of ‘no ring, no bring’ ordained by the rather sooty – not to be confused with snooty – classist boor, Ekaterina, exposed her animus towards Meghan and proved Ekaterina to be not very bright and frankly stupid – receipts matter. Nonetheless, the deed was done, Ekaterina had given her marching orders to the Fleet Street abattoirs, herein after referred to as FSAs, to begin the campaign of deeming Meghan a most unsuitable girl – straight outta Compton, indeed.

July 2017

Cambridges, Poland, July 2017

During or just after their July 2017 royal tour of Poland & Germany – neither of which happens to be Commonwealth nation, though all importantly not predominantly overrun by Blacks – well , the 9 centric Cambridges like two slithering angry snakes, drunkenly writhed, hearts filled with hatred and scheming… Could she not wait to return home and run off to be further aroused and consumed with passion at The 1851 Trust? Was he, sat there looking bored and witheringly disdainful, lusting to be returned to Norfolk and attend to the alpaca-faced chatelaine and favoured baby mama, not to mention the other baby mama in Happy Valley in the sequel to White Mischief? Whether Big Ben or Pegged Wilhelm, either way, she was soon to be with child. A child it was whose nine months of gestation were passed with its host, ravaged by hatred, racist dread and obsession with Meghan and most likely a few too many glasses of drink those forty weeks.

November 2017

Harry & Meghan BBC Engagement Interview

Well past her first trimester, Ekaterina positively cramped with rage at watching the charismatic, emotional intelligence of Meghan in her BBC engagement interview and increasingly her racism and hatred were being transferred onto the little gestating monster, Damian in utero.

BBC Engagement Interview for Prince Harry & Meghan

The articulate, smooth delivery, charm and eloquence of Meghan’s master number 11 on display, would have proven infuriating for 9 energy body Ekaterina. She must be stopped, Ekaterina and the world’s every racist Karen seethed. Ekaterina was dead set on ridding the kingdom of this interloper, this vile blackamoor imposter. How she must have smoked and drunk more heavily at this time. Ekaterina & Wilhelm would have looked at this interview and felt immensely threatened. You simply cannot underestimate what an affront Meghan in that interview posed to Ekaterina and by extension Britons. Here was someone the product of slavery and the enslaved being so articulate, successful and able to leap into the heart of Britain’s classist inner sanctum. Britons have a pronounced inferiority complex towards Americans, owing to their defeat and loss of the colony and the fact, most of all, that America and Americans are so much more dynamic than they are. This though does not stop Britons from copping hauteur, that god-awful horrid accent of theirs and lording it over the ‘Yanks’ that they do not have a monarchy.

Samantha Markle Before Kensington Palace Payoff aka Financial Lobotomy

Here is Samantha Markel on Good Morning Britain just after Harry and Meghan’s BBC engagement interview. Soon, her tune would radically change as Ekaterina & Wilhelm waged war and had J’anusz der Schmeckel-Snitz start paying off and grooming the Markles on what to say and do to sabotage the upcoming wedding of Harry and Meghan.

December 2017

Princess Michael of Kent Wears Blackamoor Brooch + Harry & Meghan at Christmas Day 2017

What did Ekaterina care? Elizabeth II was old, cancer-stricken and as Elizabeth II never favoured her, why should Ekaterina care what she would think? Naturally, the mother of Prinz Wilhelm von Pegged und Fisted’s minor royal drug dealer, who’s really proud of her Jewish daughter-in-law, would gladly accept the dare to wear a blackamoor brooch. After all, she had called her two black sheep, Venus & Serena; Baroness Marie-Christine der Blackamoor Brooch would definitely go along with the racial harassment of Meghan. How Ekaterina and her bullied, pegged bottom, Prinz Wilhelm must have howled for joy at that golliwog, Meghan, being openly attacked before the whole world. Of one thing, Ekaterina was certain, sooner or later, she will be able to get the Fleet Street hacks to turn on that damn Yank… that damn Black thing. Ekaterina still cramped with racial animus for Meghan, likely drank more heavily over the holidays than is usually her wont. Of course, Ekaterina & Wilhelm would have been egged on by the likes of handlers like Ben Goldsmith and those of his rarefied chosen ilk.

February 2018

Royal Foundation Interview: Harry, Meghan, Ekaterina & Wilhelm

Here is the fabled Fab Four Royal Foundation Forum interview at which all four principals were present including pregnant Ekaterina. The dynamic between both women is rather telling and it is clear that Meghan was acutely uncomfortable, for being in Ekaterina‘s presence. I cannot state enough that for being an artisan soul, Meghan inputs on 5 channels, which leaves her inordinately attuned to spiritual undertones which are more than meet the eye fare. Meghan’s master number of 11 is supra-sensitive to subtle vibrations and energy, which for being energy body of 9, Ekaterina radiates with laser-like focussed animus. 9 energy is very circuitry-jamming by nature. I might also add that as both Ekaterina and Wilhelm are Warrior and Scholar souls respectively, both soul types only input on one channel. This gives them singleness of focus but it also leaves them with far less subtlety and sophistication than Sages and definitely Artisan souls who respectively input on 3 and 5 channels – Meghan’s five channels of input would be just as baffling as Artisan soul Diana, Princess of Wales’s did for Warrior soul Caligula II and Scholar soul, Milonia Caesonia. Both the then Cambridges, for being senior royals, were dead set against Meghan being in their midst and that they readily telegraphed. Ekaterina here is in her final trimester and passively aggressive, hateful and bullying as any raptor, racial predator can be expected to be. Meghan, of course at the point of the interview, was acutely aware of this and was by then getting the lion’s share of verbal abuse. Can you just imagine the hyper-criticism Meghan would have gotten from the then Cambridges, both possessed of fault-finding, shit-disturbing, bullying 9 energy as they are?

April 2018

Prince Louis’ Christening, July 2018

Prince Louis aka Damian was born less than a month before Prince Harry and Meghan’s wedding at St. George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle. As the preceding photograph reveals at his christening in July, 2018, Prince Louis is damaged goods. Those are the eyes of a child on the spectrum and one who has already proven not the least bit stable. Louis was born 23.4.2018, Year of the Dog (same as his father). Also, like his father, Prinz Wilhelm (21.6.1982 Year of the Dog 3.9.2 = 5), Prince Louis has 9, and 5 in his numerological makeup; this is usually the mark of someone whose mercurial disposition is not readily disguised. Unlike his father, Prince Louis (Damian) will have a harder time disguising his lack of emotional intelligence. Louis’s numbers are: 5.9.2 = 7. Louis, as previously stated, has three numbers in common with his father, Prinz Wilhelm (2, 5 & 9); he is a dead ringer for his father, Prinz Wilhelm‘s, very well camouflaged nature.

Damian, El Diablo Muy Loco & His Psycho Mama

Make no mistake about it, in due course, Louis is going to be the source of astounding royal scandal. Stop making excuses, neither George nor Charlotte were ape batshit crazy at aged four. Louis has same mindset of 9 as his father, Wilhelm; Damian’s father is a sadistic bully and archly unorthodox in his views, so likely will his possessed son be. Furthermore, Damian’s 5 is his energy body – think Tasmanian devil. He sucks the oxygen out of any room and is not remotely sane. This combination of 9 and 5 means that S&M will be his preferred sexual outlet with a gross predisposition towards kink. Anything odd, bizarre, including persons will fascinate and leave him readily obsessed. The 2 speaks to the childlike/autistic wonderment and a sense of infantile and or developed feminine principle. Lastly, that 7 in the fourth position has seen highly placed royals bumped off when they proved themselves a nuisance, liability: Lord Mountbatten and Diana, Princess of Wales. 7 in the fourth position almost always means the murder of an individual in the public eye. Either parent or both would readily have him murdered if he proves too problematic. Of course, as far too many Whites do not assume culpability, Ekaterina and Wilhelm will always lay blame at Meghan’s door. They will rationalise Louis’ predicament, resulting from Meghan having come into the family and causing all this upheaval – god only knows their racist terrorisation of Meghan could not have had adverse consequences for them. Tant pis.

May 2018

Royal Wedding of TRH The Duke & Duchess of Sussex

May 19, 2018, what a gloriously sunny, picture-perfect day it was. As we have since learnt both in the Orpah interview in March, 2021 and from Prince Harry’s electrifying memoir, SPARE, all was not as it seemed. Of course, much of the tension afoot was more readily discernible than others.

Royal Wedding Prince Harry & Meghan, The Duke and Duchess of Sussex

Start looking at the 03:35:00 mark of this version of the BBC coverage of the Royal Wedding of Prince Harry and Meghan. As the couple begin taking their vows, Ekaterina spends her time exclusively looking down at the programme in her lap rather than look at the couple; this betrays her disapproval of their marriage and more importantly, Meghan becoming a member of the royal family. One thing of note is that this recording is a copy of the BBC coverage. The original BBC version has since been scrubbed from the internet; if only because a year after the wedding and the time at which the BBC version was scrubbed, it had been viewed more than 30M times; however, to that point, the BBC’s 2011 coverage of The Royal Wedding of Prinz Wilhelm and Prinzessin Ekaterina had garnered less than 15M views. Today, 2023, that 12 year old video sits on the royal family’s website and has garnered over 49M views; obviously, that is a combination of Meghan haters and the royal family aggressively jacking up the numbers. Of course, there is a ten-year old ABC (American Broadcasting Corporation) coverage of the now Waleses’ wedding, hosted by Barbara Walters, Diane Sawyer & Robin Roberts, which has just passed the 500k mark. The royals lie about everything, just as their Instagram page always artificially had a higher following that The Sussexes’ now defunct Instagram page. You can never underestimate how utterly petty, TRH Prinz & Prinzessin of Wales are. Prince Edward, like Doria Ragland, Ben and Jessica Mulroney and others were there to witness a marriage and looked at the couple throughout as they exchanged vows; not so, Caligula II, Wilhelm and Ekaterina.

Cambridges & Cornwalls Openly Gossip & Ridicule Blacks, Yanks, Meghan & Harry

Now jump ahead to 04:00:00 on the same video of the Sussexes’ wedding, at this point, having signed the registry, both Caligula II & Doria are returned to the quire. As the gifted cellist Sheku Kanneh-Mason starts the final of three pieces, Wilhelm, Caligula II, Milonia Caesonia and Ekaterina commence throwing shade at The Sussexes and Meghan’s culture. This they openly did before Elizabeth II, the world; moreover, this they did to the very shrewdly observant film industry professionals, who directly sat opposite them. Again, the senior royals quite arrogantly have neither couth nor awareness. Caligula II, Wilhelm, Milonia Caesonia and Ekaterina behaved at Harry & Meghan’s wedding not as persons who were concerned about Meghan being a bully. By their open ridicule of Meghan, Harry and Meghan’s culture, they betrayed to the world that they did not care for Meghan and were already having great fun at Meghan’s expense, along with bullying and racially harassing her.

Baby Mango Man Goes Full Crazy Town

All that hatred, predatory racism, bullying from Wilhelm and Ekaterina against Meghan, resulted in Ekaterina‘s bilious womb, serving as stowaway for a rapidly reincarnated soul, likely overdosed in the immediate past-life as crazed crackhead, Louisa, straight outta Compton. There is no greater winning argument in prosecuting the case against Ekaterina as the dominatrix, bully, racial predator than the fruit of her womb as she waged psychological warfare against Meghan for being a Yank, a self-made strong woman, to say nothing of a beautiful and articulate Black woman.

Ekaterina: 12 Years a Fail But Oh So Soused

Ekaterina was threatened and had the tacit approval and complicity of Wilhelm in a campaign to destroy Meghan. Very telling, too, was Wilhelm‘s remarks at the first annual Royal Foundation Forum summit, of which they would be only one, as he faced inwards towards Meghan and hawkishly preyed on her, ready to scream at her after the event behind Kensington Palace walls. Like her open animus towards Meghan, there has been the one constant: Ekaterina with a drink in hand and not just for show. This, precisely, is why Damian emerged the liquored up monster.

Wilhelm, Explosive Bully. Prince Harry Ever Wary of Wilhelm’s Deceit. Wilhelm Blissfully Unaware

That interlude also graphically demonstrated how groomed and hamstrung Prince Harry, in his role as spare to the arrogant, racist, ignorant Wilhelm, had become. Wilhelm it was, who remarked about being focussed on mental health and specifically suicide, more so male suicide. All that was cover, what he was in essence doing, was mind-fucking Meghan, letting her know by way of suggestion, and before the world I might add, that he wanted her to suicide… to get out of their midst. Wilhelm is after all the father of lunatic Damian. In the preceding photographs, Prince Harry looks exhausted from being bulldozed by Wilhelm & Ekaterina. At the time of his marriage, Harry still held out hope that his pa and brother would come around and accept Meghan. No, Meghan called it correctly, that was no environment in which to bring up their children. Indeed, it was not an environment in which Prince Harry should keep on living if he was to be a true father and husband to Archie and Meghan.

Meghan Gaslighted, Suicide Ideation, Racially Preyed On

Imagine that, Meghan lays bare what racist terror she experienced, at the hands of the senior royals and their lackeys, and for that, she was gaslighted and racially preyed on with even greater frenzy. The one thing racist non-Blacks, in particular Whites, cannot admit to, is that they are racist and that racism towards Blacks is not just sport but is physically, mentally, emotionally and financially damaging. Gaslighting Meghan was about having her stay and take it; goodness me, why ever would she want to leave a life of luxury, the life of a royal? But fuck it all, she flipped the script on the now Waleses. Just look at Meghan in the royal box at Wimbledon in 2019, she is looking at this inarticulate, dumb as fuck monster and thinking, whilst still breastfeeding Archie, “Bitch, I am not putting my child through this shit!”

Family: Abigail Spencer 4.8.1981 Rooster 4.3.4 = 11. Meghan 4.8.1981 Rooster 4.3.4 = 11

Ekaterina was damn confident about having her own little Prissy to slap every chance she got, to say nothing of her damn unwanted half-breed kids. No one laughs harder than a master numbered individual. Abigail & Meghan born same day, same year truly are blood. Nothing master-numbered 11s love more than laughing hysterically at damn fools. “Can you imagine? Mousy, inarticulate, dumb broad, trying to make me her bitch…” followed by the loudest gales of laughter. For an artisan soul with master number 11 like Meghan, that moment in the royal box at Wimbledon would have been like having to communicate with a mentally challenged idiot, trying to form a sentence. It took inordinate grace for Meghan to have endured all that shit, but that she did. Meghan like a strong bear had to not only secure her cub, Archie but she had to break the mindfuck that held Prince Harry captive to two of the meanest, pettiest, most pernicious dumbasses imaginable. What else can fraulein von Rictus der Gurnalot do but shapeshift into Meghan’s outfits; yet the bitch still can’t do more than mumble & fumble attempts at working a mic.

Buster Tripping the Light Fantastic Across the Cativerse

Grooving & Upping the Frequency via Crystals & Music

In the near 50 years since being spiritually focussed, which has included crystals, pyramids, mediums, past-life/reincarnation exploration, I have never once met a White male or female, who has stated that they had a past life in the Americas and West Indies during slavery and were a White slaveowner – god only knows they would never possibly have been an enslaved Black. It is always the reckless abandon of lives lived in opulence in Egypt, at court in Europe or exotic locales, which may venture to China, Japan and India but never Africa where there have always been in excess of 1000 royal families and also never the Muslim Middle East.

Kerry Washington, Kelly Rowland, Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex at Beyoncé Concert

Meghan is as hated as she is, because most Whites are loath to have to address the fact that they are racist boors. More than that, most Whites are not prepared to accept, much as with Donald Trump and his devotees, that Ekaterina could be a racist White boor, which they innately know to be true.

George, Ekaterina & Wilhelm, Berkshire, 2013. Ekaterina & Elizabeth II & Elizabeth II May, 2016

The earliest outward signs that Elizabeth II was mortal appeared just after her 90th birthday. Back in 2013 at George’s birth, Wilhelm who could not then have cared less about his father, Caligula, decamped with his new family to Berkshire and set up court at Ekaterina’s family. Ekaterina was flexing her fist; the moment that she gave birth to George, she was now the most powerful woman in the kingdom; Milonia Caesonia would never be King Mother as she Ekaterina was destined. Furthermore, Wilhelm secretly hated Milonia Caesonia. With Elizabeth II’s demise, Ekaterina knew that she would be unstoppably powerful. For now, they avoided Caligula and afforded him little contact with his first grandchild, George. Two things then occurred, Elizabeth II’s cancer was diagnosed and Harry met Meghan. First outward sign of Elizabeth II’s cancer appeared in May, 2016, a month after her 90th birthday. Straight away, Harry pressed The Queen for her blessing to marry Meghan and knowing what vile pieces of works, Ekaterina, Wilhelm, Caligula and Milonia Caesonia were, Elizabeth II consented and rushed them along. Elizabeth II knew that neither Caligula nor Wilhelm would sanction Harry’s marriage to Meghan, if she did not speed up the process, owing to her rapidly deteriorating health.

Caligula II & Wilhelm von Pegged und Fisted

Before her cancer could become stage 4, the marriage of the Sussexes was planned and in the books; not before, of course, Ekaterina & Wilhelm went to war on Harry and Meghan. Meghan’s life was made a positively hellish racist nightmare that drove her to suicidal ideation, which no one gives a damn about when you are Black. Outed on Oprah, suddenly vile, lizard-lipped Ekaterina was wounded by something so base as to be accused of being a liar and a possible racist by that Yank and by someone Black. Under no circumstances do Whites give a damn about Blacks talking about racism at the hands of Whites. Suddenly, with Meghan wedded in, Ekaterina & Wilhelm fast become solidly aligned with Caligula II and Molina Caesonia. Here’s a measure of what a truly nasty piece of work Ekaterina is, she could not have given a fuck about the dead Queen, she gladly stayed behind so that Meghan could not attend Balmoral Castle. Ekaterina did not have the decency to go pay homage to the dead Elizabeth II, the most revered woman in the world; that decision tells you all you need to know about her detestable character.

Elizabeth II Snubs Ekaterina & Wilhelm, December, 2020

Meghan could have gone there with Ekaterina then have Meghan stay away in a separate suite and not allowed to see The Queen’s body. However, future King Mother made it perfectly clear, she did not give a damn about Elizabeth II. Elizabeth II was dead; she was not Queen. Ekaterina was being her vile petty self, in not going to Balmoral Castle, she was saying fuck you to the departed Elizabeth II, for having snubbed her in December, 2020. In a fucked up racialised world, all everyone did, was focus on Meghan and make it about Meghan having caused a rift in the family, when it has always been Ekaterina: regurgitating, pernicious, slithering, vile monster. First act Ekaterina does on Elizabeth II’s death, is lay down the law, “I do not want that Yank, that fucking Black thing anywhere near the body. I don’t give a shit! All those damn fools will see, is how she has caused chaos in this family!”

Ekaterina Philip’s Funeral, 2021. Ekaterina’s Wedding, 2011. Ekaterina Elizabeth II’s Funeral, 2022

It worked, the FSAs were given their marching orders and the royal pantomime did a course correct. It is not entirely out of the realm of possibility that the whole thing, Elizabeth II’s death, was staged to insult and sacrifice Meghan to repair Ekaterina’s shattered and compromised image thanks to the Oprah interview. The House of Windsor performs the function of perpetuating the Virgin Mother mythology/Iconography of the White tribe. At George’s birth in 2013, Ekaterina became a Queen more powerful than Elizabeth II; Ekaterina was figuratively crowned the Queen Bee. From that moment on, she has been Queen in waiting and will ever be King Mother as she has from that moment in July, 2013 on becoming Mother/Virgin Mother/Queen Bee.

Windsor Walkabout:. Ekaterina Openly Seethes at Meghan. It Was Expulsion & Sacrifice

They are frankly that vile: Caligula II, Wilhelm, blithering idiot bigot Milonia Caesonia and most especially Ekaterina. Kill her off, avenge Diana’s murder, put her out of her misery, repay her for sanctioning that damn marriage of Harry & Meghan and crown Ekaterina with styles and titles: White Virgin Mother. Super Bitch. Queen. King Mother. Patron Saint of the Karens. Queen of the Karens. In one move, Ekaterina became Patron Saint & Queen of the Karens. Wilhelm indeed should damn well be wary of her because if he died, she would still be King Mother and it would be far better for Ekaterina if he died rather than being divorced and banished. Thousands stood for days in the elements to file past Elizabeth II’s casket at Westminster Hall, yet Ekaterina who would not have married Wilhelm without Elizabeth II’s consent, could not have given a damn to head up to Balmoral Castle and pay her respects to Elizabeth II’s corpse. With that move, Ekaterina was able to return to her role as heroine, of the wronged White woman, falsely accused of being a racist; she was once again victim, after it was challenged post Oprah interview when the lie of “Meghan made Ekaterina cry” was rather elegantly exposed by Meghan who is infinitely more shrewd than Ekaterina.. than all of them.. and they know it. Queen of the Karens in essence made it known that it was that damn Yank, Meghan, who made it impossible for her to have attended Elizabeth II’s body. The nonsense that Meghan could not go if Catherine did not was a lie. If that were truly the case then Sophie, the then Countess of Wessex, would not have been allowed to attend Balmoral Castle and visit the dead Queen’s body; however, that she did do.

Ekaterina Perpetually, Racially Predatory of Meghan. Ekaterina Now the Most Powerful Windsor Wife

Catherine stayed behind so that with Meghan also left behind, she could confront her and be an evil, vile, psycho, mind-fucking bitch to Meghan about the Orpah interview. It would have been her one chance to do so and she would definitely have seized the opportunity to go to war with Meghan. She was still filled with animus the following day as they got ready to depart in the car at the Windsor walkabout. Ekaterina forthrightly came forward, and squared off with Meghan by looking at her then down at the ground as if to signify, you are done and truly buried; she was also most definitely hissing something from the set of her jaw and rictus grin. There was no equanimity or truce with the Windsor walkabout. Meghan having been confronted the day prior at Windsor by Ekaterina, who declined to go to Balmoral Castle, because she wanted to confront Meghan, looked yet again exhausted for being around 9 energy bodied Ekaterina which is precisely the effect that a negatively focussed warrior soul (Ekaterina) would have on an artisan soul (Meghan).

Ekaterina, Patron Saint & Queen of the Karens

This is why Ekaterina has emerged in all of this as an icon, SWF, a great heroine – Patron Saint and Queen of the Karens. In the preceding photograph, Ekaterina is being fawned over and worshipped on the eve of Caligula II’s coronation. Naturally, as Ekaterina drove off the Yank/Negro in the royal family, everyone of those women who ‘just love her’ are gushing with love for and pride in Ekaterina because she did what was expected of her and as they would also have done of any Black woman, moving into their neighbourhood or workplace. Get rid of it! And oh what great sport they would have in doing so, which is precisely why Meghan shared the soul-crushing suicidal ideation that she experienced for being subjected to the unrelenting racial animus from Wilhelm & Ekaterina and all the lisping racist sycophants of theirs both within the royal households, J’anusz der Schmeckel-Snitz et al, and the FSAs.

Unhinged Loon Hiding In Plain Sight.

Just as she sat there gurning like a blasted loon whilst the fruit of her toxic womb embarrassed the shit out of her before the world at the Platinum Jubilee Parade – remember how she laughed at Meghan and her culture at the Sussexes’ wedding, so too she fakes it through royal life, being the new, beloved White goddess – Queen of the Karens and killing off Elizabeth II’s image/iconography for all time. Truth be told, Ekaterina is more damaging to the monarchy/Britain than Andrew, Duke of York. When growing up in the Caribbean, I used to visit my aunt in St. Croix – where incidentally I experienced by first racially predatory attack by mainland Whites whose father was a local judge. On Sunday afternoons, my aunt’s church used to go to have service at a senior care home where there also were disturbed youth, some cerebral palsy; at the time, all the residents were Whites. There were Whites in St. Kitts, it was, though, the first time that I had experienced mentally-afflicted, institutionalised young persons. It was sheer madness. I found the experience each time so confusion, I wanted to empathise with them yet all they did was react to us for being Blacks as though we were freaks… seriously.

Ekaterina Boozed Up & Predatory. Banned Paul Emsley Portrait. Caligula II’s Scottish Enthronement

There was one woman there, a patient, who had about half an inch worth of forehead and the largest gums. All she did was hide from us, as we were Blacks, then would gurn and hiss at us, then run away and hide some more whilst laughing her truly lunatic skull off. Fifty plus years later, I always think of that disturbed woman whenever I see Ekaterina gurning. Indeed, as Meghan told Oprah, “the reality is nothing like it seems.” 9s are shrill and borderline unhinged when focussed on being adversarial to whomever they’ve chosen to target and never ever do they cease targeting the subject of their focussed animus – this is precisely why Ekaterina has transposed her racially predatory bullying and harassment of Meghan via cannibalising her through clothing et al.

Make It The Motherfuck Make Sense

How now, sweet little darling, you are still an embarrassing, inarticulate bore who is as charismatic as sodden cardboard. Nothing like a weak, insecure woman; she will destroy everyone around her. Going after Meghan has come at the cost of her marriage and her thirdborn’s mental health. Louis validates that not only is she a drunk but she is that queer oddity, the functionally unhinged; clearly, for Prinz Wilhelm, it has become a total trip and exhaustive buyer’s remorse. Prinzessin Ekaterina for being a meanspirited bully, to say nothing of racist boor, has betrayed her culpability by having waged a racially charged, bullying campaign against Meghan.

Texts Between Ekaterina & Meghan as Shared in Prince Harry’s SPARE

It is clear from the text message shared in Prince Harry’s searing memoir, SPARE, that Ekaterina was hellbent on breaking and sadistically owing Meghan; Meghan of course was professional and infinitely gracious. Nothing of that exchange suggests that Ekaterina is predisposed to crying. She is of coalmining pedigree and exposed to power, she has become drunk on power and corrupted of spirit. Nothing in that text exchange points to Meghan being a bully and a bitch but yeah, the Waleses control the narrative in the tabloids. How fucking bored must one be to be indulging in this petty BS, save of course if you’re bigoted boors, you will act exactly as Prinz Wilhelm and Prinzessin Ekaterina have.

Abigail Spencer 4.8.1981 Rooster 4.3.4 = 11, Fraulein von Rictus der Gurnalot und Mumbleweiss

The psychology of this vindictive, archly petty, shitty excuse for a woman is pretty obvious. Knowing that Abigail Spencer was born on the same day, same year as Meghan, she targets Meghan by wearing the exact dress as Abigail wore to Meghan’s royal wedding. This served as the opening salvo in her long running soft cannibalisation of Meghan through the tabloids by way of her choice of clothing.

Meghan Carries Portmanteau, Followed Thereafter by Ekaterina Doing Same

Now fraulein von Rictus der Gurnalot takes her psychotic stalking directly to Meghan after the Oprah interview when Meghan and Harry were successfully received at the Global Citizen Festival in New York City’s Central Park, five months later in September, 2021. Naturally, the gurning bully showed up to an event, carrying a portmanteau, mimicking and ridiculing Meghan.

Meghan Remembrance at Cenotaph, 2019. Ekaterina Remembrance at Cenotaph, 2021

As a result of the Oprah interview in March 2021, Prinzessin Ekaterina wears a broad downturned hat at the Cenotaph in November, 2021 after Meghan had done so in 2019, Ekaterina‘s obsession is febrile as for one thing, Elizabeth II was close to dying, she has been beyond livid that her true ugliness has been exposed in the Oprah interview.

St. Paul’s Cathedral Queen’s Platinum Jubilee Service, June 2022

Elizabeth II’s Platinum Jubilee Celebrations. Of course, timing being everything, her long reign turned farcical towards its closing hours. For having outed them on Oprah, now comes the revenge. Not only are they now non-working royals – whatever the blasted motherfuck that is? – but they also do not get to stand on the balcony – oh boo-fucking-hoo. Then, if that’s not enough, to drive home what petty fuckers they all are, they have that blasted rhino-stumped heifer, Baroness Marie-Christine der Blackamoor Brooch sat in the row behind the then Prince of Wales and his miserably wedded heir, with Meghan and Harry sat across the aisle and directly in front of Caligula’s up skirt Battyman even though with Elizabeth II still breathing, the kilted stud has as yet begun living openly with his debauched and buggered lover, Herr Fatty-Fingers.

Love Is In the Air… Up Skirt & Musky As All Hell

There was the lover, apprenticing up skirt Elizabeth II’s poopy-smelling frockcoats in June, 2022 and a mere five months later, there was he in November, 2022 sat in the royal box.

Meghan The Duchess of Sussex Speech in Full at One Young World Summit, 2022

Harry & Meghan, The Duke & Duchess of Sussex

Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex delivers speech at One Young World Summit in Manchester, England on the eve of Elizabeth II’s death, September 2022. This, in a mere three months, gives Ekaterina, the bullying, power mad, gurning loon the idea to outdo Meghan. Look for sycophant Sir Bod Geldof hardly rise as Meghan takes to the lectern.

Prinzessin Ekaterina von Rictus der Gurnalot und Mumbleweiss Suffers Charisma Implosion

Ekaterina von Rictus der Gurnalot und Mumbleweiss & Wilhelm von Pegged und Fisted

Elizabeth II is now dead and buried and Prinzessin Ekaterina von Rictus der Gurnalot und Mumbleweiss has been getting all the King’s RADA sycophants to try and make a half decent silk purse of this limp, sodden sow’s rectum – god how they must sit around, as actors are wont to do, hysterically shrieking at what a dumb twat she is. Shocker, there she was, wearing an electric red pantsuit as Meghan had months earlier, to also give a keynote address. Somehow, this obsessive boor thinks that for mimicking Meghan, she was suddenly going to be possessed of intellect, eloquence and prove remotely charismatic – fraulein gurn und mumble indeed.

C’est très Charmant, Mais Oui, Non. Chile It Speaks with Its Hands!
Keep Your Damn Hands Out of Spike Lee’s Face!
Wilhelm Is Just Biting Off His Lower Lip. There’ll Be More Shouting for That Performance

Together. Our Community Cookbook Forwarded by HRH The Duchess of Sussex

Meghan, The Hague 2022, Transparent Racial Predator Ghouls, Grenfell Tower June, 2023

Summer 2022, Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex accompanies Prince Harry to the Invictus Games at The Hague. June 2023, on the sixth anniversary of the Grenfell Tower, Ekaterina attended the ceremony, though at the time, and I was in London during the Grenfell Tower fire, Ekaterina did not look over her shoulder. Of course, she could have sent the newly minted Duke & Duchess of Edinburgh, but Ekaterina as ever had to make a point and tear her flat arse in Meghan’s face. Meghan wears Chanel flats to Invictus Games in 2022, so Prinzessin Ekaterina goes to Grenfell Tower ceremony where Meghan had launched the Together cookbook to assist the devastated residents of Grenfell Tower as another way of letting Meghan know, “Bitch you can run to Oprah all you want, I got you out of here, you are not here and I will never let you back!” So petty is the goddamn gurning loon, Ekaterina, with the little baby Mr. Mango freak, Damian. Just as in January, 2023 and June, 2023, Ekaterina takes the time to directly look into the camera as she bullies Meghan – mostly her racist Karen flock and the FSAs. Prinzessin Ekaterina is saying “fuck you” Meghan whilst looking directly into the camera, thereby betraying how miserably she has failed to own and control Meghan. Her vacuous life passed, plotting and scheming how next to cannibalise/stalk Meghan by way of clothing, shoes at charity appearances.

Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex Wears Signature Aquazurra Bow Tie Heels

Ekaterina on the Eve of Caligula II’s Coronation. Meghan Duchess of Sussex Queen Elizabeth II’s Funeral. Alpaca-Faced Baby Mama, Coronation

Meghan, having quite had enough of small island, small-minded bitches, turned her back on the racist island kingdom. Left to stew in their venom, who could possibly be surprised by SWF Ekaterina on the eve of the coronation saying fuck you to Meghan, who was declined an invitation, by wearing the Aquazurra bow tie heels, which previously Ekaterina had never owned or worn. This woman, Ekaterina, is so immensely petty. How indeed could Meghan not have been driven to suicidal ideation when harassed and lynched by this out-of-control, power mad, racist woman of coalmining pedigree?

With Meghan leaving Spotify under super agent Ari Emanuel, naturally, both Spotify and the Waleses had something to celebrate. Having taped an episode for Shrek & co.’s podcast, they cunningly made sure that the event took place in the same drawing room at Windsor Castle – god only knows there is only one drawing room in Windsor Castle – as the official portraits of Harry & Meghan’s wedding. Naturally, they waited to air said sports podcast, to coincide with the opening of Prince Harry’s Invictus Games in Dusseldorf as a way to overshadow the Games but also to telegraph to Harry & Meghan that they were history; they were being whitewashed from royal history. Of course, good old Shrek just had to go and remind us that Ekaterina is a blasted drunk who is Queen of beer pong.

The next day, Ekaterina who had now replaced Prince Harry as patron for English rugby union was at their match in France at the Rugby World Cup, 2023. Naturally, as Harry was being erased, Ekaterina just had to wear a white pantsuit, clutch and similar round pendant necklace as Meghan had the summer prior at the Invictus Games at The Hague.

Meghan NAACP Image Awards. Ekaterina von Rictus der Gurnalot Being Functionally Unhinged

Earlier during Black History Month at the start of the pandemic, Harry & Meghan picked up an award at the NAACP Image Awards for their humanitarian work. Fast forward, et voilà, as predictable as a monkey jacking off, there reliably is the fucking sodden cardboard psycho, sporting the same outfit; there can certainly be no mistaking, who ape batshit crazy Damian’s mother is. All this does raise the very pertinent question, how interested is Ekaterina in these charities, if clearly a major reason for showing up, is to further her psychotic aggression against Meghan?

Royal Wedding of HRH Princess Eugenie & Jack Brooksbank, October 2018

HRH Prince Eugenie’s wedding to Jack Brooksbank afforded further insights to the dynamics of the relations between the royal princes and their wives. At the 50:20 minute mark, both TRH Duke & Duchess of Sussex arrived, followed immediately after by TRH Duke & Duchess of Cambridge. It was a hurried affair and likely there were some hisses once waiting to enter the quire and be sat before the world’s gaze. The senior ducal couples are sat in the quire, Prince Harry sat between his wife, Meghan and sister-in-law, Ekaterina. Meghan ever ‘on’ busies herself whilst avoiding Ekaterina’s hissing/sniping and chats with Zara Tindall.

Prinz Wilhelm Restrains Reptile Ekaterina. Prince Harry Foils Pregnant Meghan from the Evil Boor

At the 01:05:50 mark of said video, Meghan can be seen chatting with HRH Princess Anne, The Princess Royal sat to her immediate left as she has no desire to lean across Prince Harry and chat with the fork-tongued, slithering, power mad coalmining offal. Then at the 01:06:55 mark, behind Sarah, Duchess of York & HRH Princess Beatrice, Ekaterina is seen tapping Prinz Wilhelm on the left thigh, he holds her right hand and she goes on to neurotically rub his thigh, as he restrains her inner hissing. Of course, at this point, Wilhelm & Ekaterina are both aware that Meghan is with child and you can bet, the campaign was already begun to drive Meghan mad, have her either miscarry or suicide. They do not want an Octoroon in their family. Just imagine, a curly afroed ginger, Archie would be the obsession of the British tabloids to the exclusion of Ekaterina’s own not-the-swiftest-of-souls sons, though to be sure sure, Charlotte does fire on all engines. Early days yet, for Meghan it was just smile serenely and carry on. Prinz Wilhelm was of course, restraining his venomous wife who was utterly opposed to Meghan being in their midst and wanted her gone. For his part, Wilhelm is still his mother’s son and Meghan is his brother’s wife.

Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex, Princess Henry of Sussex

Meghan, the most powerful Windsor wife, since her soul was previously incarnate as a female member of the British monarchy, Margaret Beaufort, Tudor matriarch. The importance of Meghan in this current drama is not easily disguise, though, there is a great effort exerted to distract from the truth. At the heart of Meghan’s lynching is the fact that the royals of The House of Windsor have been outed as racist boors. This was not easy for Elizabeth II as she spent her entire life projecting the image of the great matriarch of the Commonwealth and all its disparate races. Meghan was supposed to have sustained that legacy and been the bridge to the Commonwealth when racist Prinz Wilhelm & Prinzessin Ekaterina had no desire to make forays into predominantly Black Commonwealth nations – they still have not toured one of the predominantly Black 19 commonwealth nations in sub-Saharan Africa.

Ekaterina & Mary. Ekaterina & Stephanie of Luxembourg. Ekaterina & King Wilhelm-Alexander

Ekaterina has never once toured any of the 19 African Commonwealth nations. How do you justify being a senior royal and mother of a future Sovereign yet in 12 years of marriage never once having set foot in not one of those 19 predominantly Black Commonwealth nations? Twice she has undertaken Commonwealth tours on behalf of Elizabeth II when she was clearly no longer able to undertake such taxing tours. Instead of her lazy racist hide going on tour, Caligula II and Anne have done the lion’s share of this work and merkin-predisposed Sophie taking up the slack. Ekaterina, the Queen of the Karens, has been on tour to a mere 9 Commonwealth nations, whilst having visited 13 non Commonwealth nations. Ekaterina does not like non-Whites and most definitely, she does not like Blacks. Ekaterina, the overindulged never once had to undertake a royal tours whilst pregnant, yet there was Meghan on her first royal tour, days after it was announced that she was expectant with Prince Archie. Ekaterina has speciously claimed that she has stayed put rather than tour as she wants to bring up her kids; obviously, from the looks of Louis/Damian, Ekaterina has had little to no time to spare on the damaged fruit of her toxic womb.

Ekaterina Holding Dress Avoiding Blacks. Belize Standoff. Ekaterina Rebuffs Jamaican Olivia Grange

If 2022 were not a Jubilee year, Ekaterina would not have undertaken a royal tour of Commonwealth nations. She was loath to have to do so on Elizabeth II’s behalf. At the start of the tour, there was her outright rudeness to the local Blacks in Belize, and later in Jamaica she rudely brushed off the Minister of Sports, Olivia Grange, who tried to take her hand. Ekaterina is as common as an Ozarks redneck full of anti-Black racist venom. The white t-shirt photo perfectly captures the penny dropping moment for the racially predatory pair; if only they had not chased Meghan from the kingdom, she would be the one undertaking this damn tour to be amongst the natives, whom they are so loath to have to tolerate for a damn nanosecond.

Caligula II à La République de la France. Brigitte, Milonia Caesonia & Incitatus. Milonia Caesonia in Dior

As was plain for all to see, there was Caligula II on his official visit to La République de la France with his lover, the kilted Incitatus openly walking alongside Madame Brigitte Macron & Milonia Caesonia on the Champs-Élysées no less. Of course, having Meghan perpetually, unrelentingly lynched takes the spotlight off debauched and buggered Caligula II. Meghan has to be hung from a tree and the White tribe get its jollies so that god forbid Milonia Caesonia should be booed or openly rejected for the pain she caused the beloved Diana, Princess of Wales. Too, Meghan serves the purpose of keeping whispers of the kilted Incitatus being more than Caligula II’s equerry at bay. No need to have whispers persisting as to why Caligula II lives apart from Milonia Caesonia with the virile Incitatus at Highgrove. I for one, as I flatly replied to friend, don’t give a damn what her Dior cost but I do care to know what it cost to replace all that shattered glass at the Palais de Versailles!

Serena Ohanian-Williams. Meghan, HRH The Duchess of Sussex. Abigail Spencer, NYC Baby Shower.

No matter how much Caligula II and his henchmen in the media cast their nets far and wide, they will never be able to affect Harry and Meghan’s success and happiness. One thing that they will never do, is remove Harry & his heirs from the line of succession as some of the media racist boors bleat on. The moment they do any such thing, their greatest fear would be realised: a memoir of Meghan’s detailing the racist abuse that she suffered at the hands of senior royals. Meghan knows her power, this is why she does not set foot anywhere near the lot of them when charitable work takes her to England.

Harry & Meghan with Oprah Winfrey. David Foster & Prince Harry. Meghan & Harry with Kevin Costner

More than all that, showbiz is all about knowledge and the power of secrets; the land of make believe, is all about power to ruin someone by exposing their secrets. Everyone in Hollywood knows the goods on the senior royals at this point. The baby shower in New York City in February, 2019 was for Meghan to decompress from the racist maelstrom that she faced whilst pregnant. Ekaterina & Wilhelm wanted her to suicide; Meghan needed a break from Wilhelm and Ekaterina’s campaign of convincing Meghan that she was carrying Rosemary’s Baby – talk about irony as per Damian’s coming at at the Platinum Jubilee. Talk about karma; they serve up their petty seating for the Sussexes and the next day the universe had the last laugh as Damian, finally let out of his cage, pissed and humped the dominatrix’s leg .

Jessica Mulroney. Janina Gavankar. Sophie Grégoire-Trudeau.

Lindsay Roth. Misha Nonoo-Hess. Delfina Blaquier

Oprah stated that there was a lot more tape to that interview. Tyler Perry pointedly stated that there was a lot more that Meghan could have said in her Oprah interview, which would have proven injurious to the House of Windsor’s senior royals. David Foster’s wife is Katherine McPhee who went to the same high school as Meghan. The Fosters know the senior Mulroneys, plus Ben and Jessica, not to mention Sophie Grégoire-Trudeau & husband, Prime Minister Justin Trudeau. All these people socially overlap and at their level of society, they do not have fallings out – relationships and connections are of immense financial worth. These are tight, well-guarded, upper social strata bonds that transcend politics and social whims.

Molina Caesonia, Caligula II, Prinz Wilhelm von Pegged und Fisted, Prinzessin Ekaterina von Rictus

No matter what the dog whistling Windsor media henchmen speciously allege on their silly little island, they have no power and their unmasked truth is a known open secret, which makes it the most bankable commodity in Hollywood. Meghan is a devastating threat because with her departure and by taking Harry and their children with her, the House of Windsor is suddenly exposed as utterly vulnerable and frankly irrelevant.

Vichyssoise. Brown Sugar & Butter Roasted Squash. Ossobuco on Roasted Pine Nuts & Baby Carrots

Back in late spring of 1987, Merlin and I hosted an old friend of mine to dinner at our Cabbagetown home. Back in the late ’70s, Ivan was an eccentric artist: painter, sculptor and former dancer from New York City. He lived a rather bohemian theatrical life in a loft across Markham Street from Ed Mirvish’s Honest Ed in Mirvish Village. One day, after I had been by for tea and great conversation, he took me across the street and introduced me, grandly stating that I was now going to start working for them that very day, and I did. Eventually, I was off to Winnipeg to study dance which proved the most soul-crushing, racist experience imaginable. I remember sitting there in the theatre, the house lights going down and the full dress rehearsal for Romeo & Juliet was begun. The only Black in the school, I also had the humiliating experience of being the only student who was not allowed to take part in the production. I was crushed and this was after having suffered the indignity of having another male in the school piss into my locker’s grated door into my shoes and socks, which meant having to venture home in -30°C and colder in the driven snow in piss-sodden socks that were frozen to my feet by the time I made it home to my tiny apartment on Assiniboine. That late spring, Merlin and I slaved away in the kitchen, prepping for dinner with Ivan. As a rule, I never once cooked a meal for any of Merlin’s friends; most of all, none of his friends were ever invited when I had friends of my own to dinner. We started with vichyssoise, followed by halved, baked squash with butter and brown sugar, into which was placed purple rice smothered in melted white cheddar and slivered almonds. The main course was Merlin’s favourite, the most sublime ossobuco sat on a bed of liqueur-sautéed pine nuts and adorned by baby carrots. Ivan was a great raconteur, with the loudest, most irreverent fuck-that laugh, and a ravenous appetite; it was always good to host him and repay his kindness from the decade earlier; moreover, Merlin genuinely loved his company.

Chicago. Halved Lobster Meal. Washington D. C.

Ivan it was who had introduced me to a wealthy friend of his, who was a patron of the arts and lived in Chicago, New Orleans and Washington D.C. He thought that my experience in Winnipeg was ridiculously hellish and I needed to get out. Naturally, his friend’s lover got wind of my existence then called the school and reported, “Ms. Thang was trying to thief her man!” This was great ammunition for the school’s principal who treated my existence in class as though I were truly invisible. Next, the scheming, bigoted principal, an ex-lover of whose told me that I would never get into the company so arch was his hatred of Blacks, went all out to exterminate me. He then set me up with someone for lunch whom I assumed was the hotel manager at the local Holiday Inn. Large-bodied but kind and reserved, I replied after he asked why I was not eating, starved though I was, that my mother’s name was Miriam, a Jew and we neither ate pork nor shellfish. The halved whole lobster before me truly made me feel nauseous. He called a waiter, had it replaced and asked where I was from as I ravenously tucked in whilst schooling him on Nevis. He then gave me his business card and that of the banquet supervisor. Days later, I called him a few times to thank him for getting me the job of waiter/bartender at the hotel – god only knows I was at 105lbs dying on a diet, noon and night, of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I then had a sit-down interview with the school principal, who let me know that there was a complaint against me for repeatedly calling my host at lunch in the hotel. Imagine that, calling someone to say thanks for their kindness and getting me a gig, is deemed suspect? All along, I had assumed that he was the banquet manager, it was Ivan who told me that that manager, Izzy Asper, was one of the richest Canadians who owned the damn hotel! Furthermore, the principal then took it on himself to announce to the whole school that it did not reflect well on him and his school to have students with sugar daddies or any student aggressively looking for sugar daddies in his school. Looking back, the thought that the principal actually used Mr. Asper as bait to accuse me of being a male whore when the gentleman was not remotely Queer, was truly repugnant to me.

Mirvish Books on Art, Mirvish Village. Christina’s World, Andrew Wyeth, MoMA. New Orleans.

Years earlier whilst Merlin was in Toronto filming Fraggle Rock at the CBC studios with Jim Henson, I was still resident in New York City, dancing and spending much time with milliner Frederick Jones & former dancer, Attila Isaksen, who had the greatest feet of any dancer I have ever seen, male or female. Attila laughed at life and was a great spirit whose brief dance career took him from Houston to New York City. Attila born March 7, 1955 had two numbers in common with me and was also possessed of master number 11 – he is also an artisan soul like me and an entity mate. Attila thought that my experience in Winnipeg was beyond absurd. One evening after we had had more fantastic sex, we sat in the tub talking, laughing and sipping on red wine before more robust noisy sexual play. “How did you manage to survive that penal colony, my god?” Attila asked to which we both roared. Of course, I then shared with Attila how I charmed the school principal into giving me the job of school custodian, which he gleefully accepted – never underestimate the stupidity of ‘Whites,’ rather than Caucasians, who are ever convinced that one is never possessed of intellect for being Black. I then proceeded to master cleaning the place in record time, when I had figured out how to do the four hour gig in 1.5 hours, I then set about scouring the school principal’s notes that he kept of all students. Indeed, he dismissed me as unaware and not company worthy. More than that, I got keen insights to his opinions of male students, especially the not remotely Gay ones, of whom he seemed ever keen on grooming – breaking them in. Attila, naturally, was not surprised at any of this; it is par for the course in the dance world.

Soul Crooners: Barry White. Al Green & Teddy Pendergrass

Going on, I then told Attila of my casual lover who lived just off Pembina Highway in the city’s south end. I spent at least two weekends per month with him for about a year. He was a tall, jet-black Jamaican nurse, whose house was covered throughout in plastic as he collected two of every item of furniture, the spare one to be eventually shipped home to Jamaica where he would build a house and retire – this is not as uncommon as one would assume. I shared how after each fuck, I felt splayed and truly as if paralysed from the hips down. Randomly, Attila asked if I was familiar with Andrew Wyeth’s paintings; indeed, I wasn’t then familiar. Devon Bradford had the largest, thickest, big Black cock, I have ever seen; it felt arousing of spirit each time to see what my tiny body had just conquered. Attila shared that I was correct in my observation that truly big-dicked Black men always played damn good soul music to hypnotise you into a spectacular, memorable fuck – Attila’s lovers were all Black. We howled at how many times we had heard the same Barry White, Teddy Pendergrass and Al Green songs; Attila of Scandinavian heritage, by way of Minnesota, had the thickest cock and his arms were covered in the same blonde forest of fur as Prince Harry’s. The next weekend, on a Saturday afternoon, Philip took me to MoMa for my first visit and guided me by the hand with his blindfold covering my eyes. We stopped, he removed the blindfold and we both erupted in hushed giggles. There before me was Andrew Wyeth’s Christina’s World, which perfectly reflected how, having shared with Attila, I felt each time after a soul-jousting fuck with Devon in cold, hellish, racist Winnipeg. Attila thought that I should have lived with Devon, who wanted to put me through nursing school; then again, said I, I would not have met him or Merlin. “Sooner or later that fucker is going to crawl into his casket and rot in hell, eating every pope’s arse,” I quietly told Attila of the racist school principal. Vaffanculo! In short order, Attila and I were returned to marvellously hot sex. There is no doubt in my mind that Meghan’s experience, for being the first Black to have married into the royal family, whilst living in England mirrored and surpassed in its cruelty aspects of the racism to which I was subjected for being the only Black in that school in Winnipeg.

Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex, Whitehall, November, 2018.

Ever, I will be most fuck-all indefatigable in defending Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex against all and everyone and will remain fiercely respectful of her, Prince Harry, Doria, their children, plus the persons who form their secure inner circle… to say nothing of their journey. I stood almost directly opposite Meghan in Whitehall at the time of the preceding photograph and the hatred being directed at this human was devastating. Not since my days in Winnipeg had I felt so racially smothered; Britons are vile racist boors.

Harry & Meghan, The Duke & Duchess of Sussex Invictus Games, Dusseldorf, Germany, 2023

Meghan made it perfectly clear that she will never bow or curtsey to a racist boor by staying away from Caligula II’s coronation. So there was Ekaterina with her team of lisping sycophants at the ready, waiting to see what Meghan would be wearing in Dusseldorf, to replicate it in short order. Well, fuck it! What is Ekaterina to do now? She most definitely cannot be seen wearing YSL sandals in public. Most of all, she cannot break protocol and start wearing shorts to official charity events. The strapless, metallic teal, lace midi was exquisite; most of all, there is no way for Ekaterina to cannibalise that look.

Now That’s What You Call Real Gangsta Cannibalism – Bronzer & an Afro Wig. Foxy Brown Ekaterina!

Silly Ekaterina, that’s what you get for showing up at Grenfell Tower event in June, 2023, wearing Chanel sandals and on the eve of the coronation, wearing Aquazurra bow tie heels. The only way for her to top Meghan’s look in Dusseldorf, is to show up with spray-on full body bronzer whilst wearing a curly afro wig. I would truly piss myself shrieking and you know that Ekaterina is both desperate and competitive enough to do just that.

How to Go Hooking and Sporting; ie Ekaterina Getting the Job Done Whether Bagging Prince or Lover

Everyone keeps carping on about how Ekaterina was so bullied and stressed out by Meghan. Bullshit! Ekaterina is an utterly vapid, shallow, embittered power mad cannibal with the famished soul of a dominatrix. Damn Ekaterina, Meghan is not your bitch to be either pegged or fisted by your febrile, sadistic, terrorising campaigns.

And the Mirror Cracked. Ekaterina’s Mask Slips

Silly woman, didn’t it ever occur to you, Ekaterina, that hating Meghan, is like pulling the pin on a grenade and forgetting to toss it? These mad amateurs think that they can simply demonise Meghan in the media and somehow, they will prove the first time in human civilisation that there aren’t two sides to this historic royal story. Ekaterina has never been on tour whilst pregnant; however, Meghan is shipped off to Australia on tour early during her first pregnancy. Further, whilst she is away in October, 2018 J’anusz der Schmeckel-Snitz is put up to write to Valery “The Fly” du Bout and allege that Meghan was a bully. Prinz Wilhelm & Prinzessin Ekaterina are to their supporters much like Donald Trump is to his followers; regardless the obvious facts, only their warped account of reality sans factual evidence matters and their race, Meghan’s race and that the FSAs certainly see to it.

J’anusz (Pronounced Anus, the J’ Is Silent) der Schmeckel-Snitz aka Herr J’anusz der SS.

As Wilhelm is not the swiftest of souls (3 & 2) he has left himself fully exposed as the complicit architect of so much of this absolute shitefest. If you cannot get the marriage cancelled – Thomas Markle Sr. slipped up on Live Australian TV and said that J’anusz der Schmeckel-Snitz had put him up to the Jerry Springer sideshow before The Sussexes’ wedding, in the hope that the wedding would be called off. In the meantime, since Meghan was pregnant, let’s apply even more pressure and hope that she either miscarries or commits suicide whilst on royal tour in the southern hemisphere. J’anusz, Wilhelm & Ekaterina’s bottom feeder, has access to the FSAs and of course, he knows too much about Prinz Wilhelm’s pegged & fisted proclivities.  For this reason, J’anusz has proven himself indispensable and as soon as Elizabeth II died, he is appointed by Wilhelm himself as an lieutenant of the Royal Victorian Order, in December 2022. The little Texan cactus (now there’s a butt plug) merely acted on his own, regarding that email which highlighted Meghan’s alleged bullying of staff, which Prinz Wilhelm von Pegged und Fisted releases J’anusz to go afford the court in a bid to assist the Fail on Sunday in its case against, Meghan – Meghan of course won because the courts saw how utterly amateurish and exposed Wilhelm & Ekaterina have left themselves in this entire tawdry affair. Since then as his secrets are too potentially damaging of the Waleses’ marriage and reputation, J’anusz has now become a major appointee at the vanity Earthshot Prize, which is about as meaningless as Wilhelm shucking oyster or was that a diamond encrusted dog tail butt plug that he was in search of? If J’anusz had to be seduced and bedded to get him to go after the senior Markles then so be it. Now like old Etonians, they are practically inseparable, J’anusz even climbing in next to him on the recent boys’ trip to New York City.

Wilhelm & Ekaterina, 2010. Prince Caligula & Diana Princess of Wales, 1981. Wilhelm & Ekaterina, 2021

Let’s face it, Ekaterina, every day is one day closer to the Prime Minister standing in Parliament and announcing that: “It is with regret that Buckingham Palace announces that the Prince & Princess of Wales are to be separated.” Ten years on, and Ekaterina could not directly look into the camera. Notice, too, Wilhelm’s arms no longer wrap completely about Ekaterina’s body ten years on. So glad that Harry let Prinz Wilhelm have their mother, Diana, Princess of Wales’ sapphire engagement ring; the damn thing is clearly cursed.

“All of Me, Why Not Take All of Me…” Sing It, Peggalicious. Wreath Laying in India.

Just look at that two-way pegged and fisted byway being flagrantly advertised; what does J’anusz der SS not know? Indeed, what debauched peggalicious fun did J’anusz and Wilhelm get up to in New York City from which Ekaterina was banished so that boys and lovers could be pegged and fisted boy and lovers. Naturally, J’anusz has conveniently been handsomely placed at Earthshot Prize, making his companionship less likely to arouse suspicion. What’s more, Ekaterina is not going to Singapore because at the end of the day, Diana is not Ekaterina’s mum, she is Harry’s mum.

Birthday Cake, August, 2023. Not Mine, It Is Not a Raspberry Encircled Chocolate Mousse Cake

Birthday cake, which in this family of mine, it can only mean leonine birthdays! I was poring through photographs last night and could not find my own chocolate mousse cake encircled by raspberries. I was sharing with my transitioned wife why my disdain for strawberries and told of my 27th birthday party back in Cabbagetown, in 1987, when I flatly stated to Ivan and a friend of Merlin’s in from Montréal, strawberries are rough on the palate; they are coarse. They are like an uncut cock; big though it may be, it is still ill-formed. Now give me raspberries, smooth and elegantly they massage the palate; sensually, indulgently, they are like a big cock with ample foreskin. How could you ever go wrong? Naturally, there were oodles of laughter as Ivan enjoyed my delivery to which Merlin leaned in and stole long warm kisses. This year the eldest of my three sisters was in town; she had not been up from Nevis since before the pandemic’s first lockdown. As I left Nevis at aged 7 months, she is the family’s historian.

St. Thomas Anglican Church, Nevis, Est 1643

I was delighted to see photographs of her attending a funeral during the pandemic where protocol dictated that only 15 souls were allowed. The service was at the oldest Anglican church in the Caribbean, St. Thomas, in Nevis where Alexander Hamilton worshipped. There giving the eulogy was Spice Girl, Mel B, as her dad, a Brown, whose mother had died, had been a maternal second cousin of my mum’s. My mum’s mother had 17 children of which 7 made it to adulthood, and she had close to a ten siblings. On my mum’s dad side are the Sephardic Levine family. On my dad’s side, he was the paternal first cousin of the actor Cicely Tyson. My father’s patrilineal branch is also descended from relations between Alexander Hamilton’s father and a servant. From that banyan, there have been four governors-general and on the matrilineal side, my mum was cousin once removed or second cousin once removed, so confusing at times, of Oprah Winfrey’s partner, Steadman and as every family has a pariah, Louis Farrakhan. Writers, musicians, painters and legal professionals abound. Penina had photos of Mel B. at the lectern eulogising my mum’s cousin, her paternal grandmother.

Soon I’ll Be Loving You Again. Marvin Gaye. I Want You ©1976 Motown

The Sugar Shack. Acrylic on Canvas. 36 x 48 Inches. ©1976 Ernie Barnes

Strangely, Penina attends every funeral there is and will even island hop to St. Kitts next door or as far flung as St. Croix, Anguilla to attend somebody’s funeral… most odd. In any event, soon it was my turn to start sharing of my latest dream of some recently dearly departed. These are always the best dreams as they are the most intensely lucid affairs set on the astral plane. This Ernie Barnes painting, The Sugar Shack, perfectly epitomises the vibrancy of these astral plane-focussed dreams. At these crossover dreams, there is always a boisterous celebration to welcome the recently departed into the chrysalis state of the soul’s journey. Within these dreams, the music is more elevated and enriching an encapsulation of Black earthly life than you can ever imagine.

https://dreampoetica.com/2023/01/05/oh-to-be-black-jew/

In spring, 2022, an amour fou from childhood passed on and his crossover celebration was stupendous, link to said affair in blog highlighted above. I had not seen so many persons from my childhood as we start dying off; moreover, there were so many souls present whom I was too young to have remembered from childhood. The true elixir that even surpassed the music, was the food. I am still craving some of the dishes tasted then in that dream that I have not indulged since childhood. That birthday proved the most lovely, loving family gathering.

Miles Davis. Seven Steps To Heaven. Full Album ©1963 Columbia Records

Miles Davis – Trumpet

George Colman – Tenor Saxophone

Victor Feldman – Piano

Ron Carter – Bass

Frank Butler =- Drums

Herbie Hancock – Piano

Tony Williams – Drums

©1963 Columbia Records

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As ever, life is like a flying dream; if you look down, you’re fucked. Enjoy the ride and fear no one!

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The Little Grovelling Bastard/The Second Caligulan Age!

Spike Milligan Presented with Lifetime Achievement Award, British Comedy Awards, 1994.

Also, at the 1994 British Comedy Awards, hosted by Jonathan Ross, Neil Simon and his then wife and a rather ravishing Maureen Lipman, who hysterically buries her face into the table, among other luminaries. Of course, Spike’s biting humour came a year after Caligula II’s salacious recorded utterances were published, thereby setting the tone for the coming Second Caligulan Age. After having made it perfectly clear to Prince Harry that he did not want ‘her’ (Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex and Harry’s wife) at Balmoral at the passing of HLM Queen Elizabeth II, Catherine The Princess of Wales was left behind so that it would not appear as though Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex was being targeted.

As ever, Incitatus comes between Caligula II and his Courtesan Queen

Alas, as with the royal pantomime, there are no secrets and sooner or later the truth surfaces. The shitty little grovelling bastard, Caligula II, with his male lover ubiquitously two steps behind him and always closer to him than his Queen, had his coronation on Prince Archie of Sussex’s fourth birthday so that Meghan would seemingly have the excuse of not attending to be with her son on his birthday – god only knows human children cannot fly intercontinentally before the age of ten.

Incitatus

The lover masquerading as manservant/bodyguard. What bodyguard/servant sits behind the King in the royal box? What bodyguard/servant stands at the coronation, clutching his white gloves, hands looking as unbruised and delicate like those of a pampered male lover? Indeed, whereas Her Late Majesty Queen Elizabeth II favoured four-legged equine fare as royals have a keen affinity for horses, Jonny is nothing more than Caligula II’s three-legged Incitatus. Together, all alone at Highgrove House, whilst the fugly beard drinks and reads at Ray Mill House, what exactly do you think that they get up to? Clearly, they aren’t crocheting doilies for her to cover her fugly mug. Look at the way the manservant/lover disrobed Caligula II in the Abbey, for all the world to see, with a seductive delicacy that the toadying power-mad stud knew, would later be praised as the grovelling little bastard, Caligula II, begged to have Incitatus give it to him good… yet again.

Lucille Bogan Singing Caligula II & his Manservant/Lover through their all-night boogie

How like a three-legged Incitatus, this beauteous equine specimen is possessed of beauty to beguile any man; this Incitatus provokes the same passionate response as her racing steeds did HLM Queen Elizabeth II. These powerful rulers, drunk on power and too old and powerful to give a goddamn what the world thinks, want nothing but the best, get nothing but the best. I rather suspect that this rotation of lovers, conspicuous or not, is why Michael Fawcett was put out to pasture. No longer able to canter and stud between the royal sheets, Michael well past his cum-shooting prime, was callously replaced. This, of course, occurred in stages. This kilted Highgrove House ‘Grey’ served his apprenticeship by being within HLM Queen Elizabeth II’s orbit, effectively gaslighting the kingdom.

“Well, will you look at that, he’s got his lover sat right here in the royal box,” HRH Prince Richard The Duke of Gloucester must have thought as he peered across at the kilted Incitatus in their midst.

Naturally, at Her Late Majesty’s passing, kilted Jonny moving into position behind Caligula II, would not be cause for rumour. There was Incitatus ‘sat’ in the royal box behind Caligula II at his first Remembrance celebration at the Royal Albert Hall in November, 2022 as Sovereign/God/King/Caesar relished his reign as Caligula II at the dawn of the Second Caligulan Age. How many times before leaving to join the dog-faced beard on duty in service to the little bothersome people, did Caligula II engage in some lusty groping up kilt and heavy face-fucking then doing so on returning and being alone in his quarters with the Highgrove/Clarence House Grey stallion, virile with masterful stamina whose prostate has not yet begun to enlarge?

Caligula II & Michael Fawcett

Indeed, just like Angela Kelly was thrown to the dogs, so too did Caligula II have Michael Fawcett put out to pasture, redundant and spent his prostate enlarged. After having waited all these decades, Caligula II flexing his talons has been rapaciously vile, including, evicting Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex and his marvellously articulate and elegant wife, Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex from Frogmore Cottage. Just as well as they were paying 18 times as much in annual rent than that barrel-hipped paedophile with the carrier Porchester scoliosis gene at Royal Lodge, which is infinitely larger than the Sussex-renovated abode to which the now American habituated royals fled, to escape the racial animus of the now Waleses and their sycophantic royal household staffers.

Water colour of Sandringham House by HRH Prince Charles, Prince of Wales, King Charles III

Never mind Caligula II’s watercolours, how many nude portraits of his prized three-legged Incitatus exist in various stages of tumescence? These indeed are the tableaux well worth seeing than these genteel, fluid, jolly gay attempts at creative genius, which look more becoming of his gin-sodden grandmother, not the lunatic one, the maternal one.

Caligula II

Yes, indeed, this truly is the Second Caligulan Age, right down to the three-legged Incitatus. Debauched, buggered and besotted, fatty fingers Caligula II is drunk with power but most of all drunk in lust, as the little grovelling bastard night and day yearns for his coveted Incitatus.

Diana, Princess of Wales

First he had his wife, Diana, Princess of Wales murdered as he never could stand being in her presence. She was too beautiful; she was competition. Indeed, there could only be one Queen, never two. He needed a beard, an inconsequential confidante who was neither competition nor remotely loveable. Just someone to masquerade as the epitome of the beau idéal spouse. Of course, with Earl Mountbatten stage-managing all this mid-century pantomime, it all seemed to be going so smoothly. Then the sodomite got blown to bits for being a predatory paedophile of the poor inconsequential peasants’ little boys or so he thought. Thereafter, his acolyte, Caligula II, has had to very impatiently stage-manage his pantomime with far too much interference from his Tiger mother, HLM Queen Elizabeth II, with whom he could never, as a Rat, have enjoyed anything beyond grudging relations.

Restored Ugly Duchess. The Courtesan Queen

The Courtesan Queen was the ideal partner after Diana’s murder; such a spouse would have no qualms about not cohabiting when she knows that the very smell of women makes Caligula II grossly uncomfortable. Get a blithering idiot who is forever fidgeting, breaks protocol at every turn and someone of moderately keen acting skills, who does know just-so, how to behave in public and makes sure to be rude and dismissive of the untouchable non-Whites.

Queen of the Blackamoors

Deliberately, the Queen of the Blackamoors is not the centre of the frame, rather she is to the side and the mantel filled with possible blackamoor candelabras, is the photograph’s focal point. Openly ridiculing Inuit throat singers, brushing off Scottish First Minister Nicola Sturgeon, brushing off Maori dancers performing haka, fidgeting with hair as crown is placed on head at Westminster Abbey. Why pray tell must you aesthetically prey on us? Go on then, stick your hand out and call your broom; you’ve long overstayed your welcome.

The Dying Queen

Impatient with having to play second fiddle to the old death-evading crone, did Caligula II also have her knocked off? Send her to Balmoral and make sure she doesn’t come back after the summer break. She got a good send off at the Platinum Jubilee, no need to let her slip on by; before you know what, Caligula II would have to be planning for the old crone’s Oak Jubilee. Besides, HRH Prince Philip The Duke of Edinburgh, whom he truly feared, was gone. Caligula II was free to do as he pleased, without being berated by Philip and reminded of what a damn failure he is.

https://dreampoetica.com/2021/11/15/homecoming/

Perhaps, that is why I dreamt of her passing on the very eve of Caligula II’s birthday in 2021; the prophetic dream was also indicating, who would be the cause of her death. HLM Queen Elizabeth II was found face down on the floor in the morning of September 8, 2022 by staffers. Look at that final photograph of the late Queen, the back of her right hand is almost blackened as though she was on intravenous drugs and likely morphine. Trust you me, if like Tiberius he had to suffocate his mother with a pillow, Caligula II would not think twice. Caligula II is the oldest soul member of the senior royals whose Michael overleaves have been channelled and as such, he has a depth of complexity and what would seem like amoral resolve that would incite fear in everyone in that family.

John Hurt as Caligula I & Sian Phillips as Livia in I, Claudius

Two days later, HLM The Queen was found face down, dead in her bedroom. Had she been assisted or simply overdosed by Caligula II, who was done waiting forever? Diana after all was murdered. How like Caligula II, after having forced Queen Elizabeth II to speciously claim that when the time comes, she would like Camilla, the Courtesan Queen, to be known as the Queen Consort, not have had the old crone discourteously sent packing, much like Angela Kelly. Just as one would expect nothing less from Caligula II’s namesake, there was that fidgeting adulterous misanthrope, being crowned Queen not quite 8 months later. Queen my ass!

Incitatus disrobes Caligula II

Ageing Caligula II was done waiting, with his abusive pa dead and gone, time to dispense with the old crone. A Saturn Return earlier, Caligula II was openly ridiculed throughout the kingdom as at the British Comedy Awards of 1994; thus his soul was corrupted. Wounded at being the butt of the kingdom’s jokes, Caligula II damn well had to lash out. For now, Caligula II couldn’t wait for his kilted lover to disrobe him before the world and rub him the right way behind the screen with the holy oil. In all of this, his heir of Bourbon blood, has his statuesque son stand next to the sibling of his love child with his mistress, Countess Rocksavage, whose queer husband lives fulltime in Paris with his male lover, whilst they served as pages carrying his step granddad, Caligula II’s ermine robe.

Though he was with a group of 12 and 13-year olds, a very tall 9-year old HRH Prince George of Wales performed handsomely on the day. L-R Lord Cholmondeley (13), Prince George of Wales (9), Nicholas Barclay (13) & Ralph Tollemarche (12).

That’s right pepper mouth souce his ass.

After he and Caligula II had yelled and screamed at Prince Harry at the Sandringham House summit, as we now know, thanks to Prince Harry’s SPARE, there was The Late Queen Elizabeth II being a real pepper mouth, telling off William as he and his inarticulate, racist wife were the architects of the Sussexes’ departure from the kingdom; not of course were they acting without the tacit approval of Caligula II and his kilted lover, Incitatus plus the fugly beard, the Courtesan Queen.

Caligula II 14/11/48 London

Michael: Caligula II is a seventh-level mature warrior.  Caligula II is in observation mode, with a goal of acceptance and attitude of pragmatist; Caligula II is in the moving part of intellectual centre.  

Caligula II’s body type is Mercury-Saturn. 

Caligula II’s primary chief feature is stubbornness, secondary is self-deprecation. 

Caligula II has an incarnate warrior essence twin with no plans to meet and a discarnate priest task companion, who does exert considerable influence on him. 

Caligula II‘s casting, which is virtually the same as Robert Bateman’s, is entity two, cadre four, greater cadre 16, pod/node 404. Caligula II is second-cast in a fourth cadence, entity four, cadre four, greater cadre 16, pod/node 404. 

*These Michael Overleaves were channelled by a channel in the original Michael group who was part of the composite Jessica Lansing in the Michael books by Chelsea Quinn Yarbro. I worked with her for 2.5 years before her passing in the late 90s. She dismissed all Michael channels as fraud save two, one of whom I have worked with over the years. As these overleaves were not requested by myself, I do not know past life connections to either Merlin or me.

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Caligula II

Caligula II happens to be the oldest soul of the senior royals whose overleaves to date have been channelled. I do not know the soul ages of the following royals, senior or minor: HRH Princess Anne, The Princess Royal, Tim Lawrence, Captain Mark Philips, Zara Tindall, Mike Tindall and their three issue, Peter Philips, Autumn Philips and their two issue, Prince Andrew, Duke of York, Sarah, Duchess of York, HRH Princess Beatrice of York, Edoardo Mapelli Mozzi and their daughter Sienna, HRH Princess Charlotte of Wales, HRH Prince Louis of Wales, HRH Prince Edward, The Duke of Edinburgh, Sophie, HRH The Duchess of Edinburgh their issue, Lady Louise of Wessex and James, The Earl of Wessex. I could very well see HRH Princess Eugenie of York being warrior-souled as for that matter, both Princess Anne and her daughter Zara Tindall. Princess Eugenie’s very strong numerology and her being born in the year of the Horse, would have her call bullshit on Prince William, The Prince of Wales in a heartbeat. Warriors tend to be wary of scholars and of course, as is obvious with Catherine, The Princess of Wales, Eugenie is the dominant partner in her marriage to Jack Brooksbank. All warriors regardless of sex, will be the dominant partner in their relationships. Also, the fact that she is rather close to and loyal to warrior soul, Prince Harry, would suggest Princess Eugenie being warrior-souled if not an entity mate of the late QEII, Harry and Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex.

Caligula II

As it is territory with which I am only too well familiar, being seventh-level mature, makes Caligula II the most complex, volatile, vicious and feared royal. Caligula II’s latter day Milonia Caesonia – of no discernible couth and as Seutonius prophetically described ‘neither beautiful nor young,’ the Courtesan Queen, is no match for him; she also happens to be a third mature scholar soul – same age as Meghan. This is why the Courtesan Queen is always seemingly so shell-shocked, forever fidgeting and never knowing whether coming or going as her circuitry is so perpetually jammed by his reptilian hissing. Caligula II & Peggalicious both have goals of Acceptance but with chief features of Stubbornness, which means that they are never fully at ease and are given to being snobbish boors who are inclined to being prejudicial, to all out racist. Clearly, the jury is not still out on this; the truth of who these two are, is plainly obvious. Incidentally, Prince William, The Prince of Wales is sixth mature Scholar and the only other channelled royal, who is older-souled than Prince William, is HRH Prince Archie of Sussex, who is a seventh mature Priest soul with rather mellow older-souled overleaves.

HLM Queen Elizabeth’s casket is lowered into the royal vault at Windsor Castle

One of the main takeaways from the Sussexes’ interview with Oprah was how many times, they went to great lengths to point out that HLM The Queen was always so good and accessible and was very inviting and encouraging of American thespian, Meghan into the family. After having buried both the obstacles to his power, Philip and Elizabeth, we now see that Caligula II having been the true power behind Elizabeth’s reign and certainly so by the time that Meghan came along. It is obvious that Elizabeth sanctioned Harry’s marriage to the Black American; however, had Elizabeth died within a couple of years of Diana, Princess of Wales’s murder, Prince Harry likely would not have been allowed to marry Meghan. It is highly improbable that either Caligula II or his Courtesan Queen would have sanctioned a royal marriage between Prince Harry and the Black Yank, Meghan. With Queen Elizabeth II removed from the scene, everything became fully focussed and there could be no mistaking where the palace machinations originate.

TRH Prince William & Catherine of Wales

Yes, the now Waleses played their part; however, they are so caught up in their own war of the Waleses that they were not the main catalyst for Meghan becoming a ‘non-working royal’ which of course is a fabricated term as there is simply no such damn thing. With Meghan having left the kingdom and levelled the very damning charge of suffocating racism against the House of Windsor, though the royals have lied and protested a bit too much, the fact remains, the flat-assed, pretentious eurotrash boor did wear a blackamoor brooch to TLQ’s Buckingham Palace Christmas lunch in 2017. Though Prince William weakly protested, by claiming a double negative, he readily outed his family and royal households as the racist boors that they are, Caligula II though has been viciously vengeful towards Meghan, for having revealed their ugly truth. Consequently, Caligula II has been working overtime to gaslight the commonwealth’s Blacks that all is well with the House of Windsor with regards race. Well Clearly Rihanna, a baroness in her own right, was not buying their lie and there went the Sovereign as head of state of Barbados within a year of Elizabeth’s death and just after I had had that rather prophetic dream of Queen Elizabeth II’s passing on the eve of Caligula II’s 73rd birthday in November, 2021.

Caligula II, HRH Prince Andrew, The Duke of York & HRH Prince Henry, The Duke of Sussex

Three pivotal men in the House of Windsor are born in the year of the Rat and with all such males, there will be trouble afoot on the home front. Caligula II is born in 1948, his brother Prince Andrew with whom he does not get along and then Prince Harry, his son, who, like Caligula II, is also a warrior soul. You can always count on warriors to add fire to any drama. Both Caligula II and Prince Andrew have 5 in the fourth position, which brings with it sexual infamy and usually something to do with homosexual scandal and more often than not sex with minors directly or by association. Prince Andrew is guilty of the latter and Caligula II is guilty by association with Jimmy Saville and his same-sex proclivities have been known for decades. A friend of Merlin’s went to school with Caligula II so I do know what I know. Caligula II 14.11.1948 Rat 5.7.2 = 5. Prince Andrew 19.2.1960 Rat 1.3.1 = 5 and Prince Harry 15.9.1984 Rat 6.6.1 = 4. Prince Harry is a completely different kettle of fish to his father, Caligula II, and uncle, Prince Andrew. Though, I do not know Prince Andrew’s Michael overleaves, I rather suspect that he is not an older soul than either his brother or nephew. The Late Queen Elizabeth II, Caligula II, William & Catherine TRH Prince & Princess of Wales are all possessed of a chief feature of stubbornness; this leaves them all with the inability to embrace change and to admit to being wrong. They are also all supreme shit disturbers. Of the principal royals: the Late Queen, Caligula II, Camilla, William, Catherine, Harry, Meghan and Prince George, Prince Harry along with Prince Philip are the only sceptics, which means that both warriors (Philip is a fourth mature warrior) see straight through all BS and call BS and will wage war until the last man drops. Prince Harry is assured that he is right. Prince Harry has a goal of growth and his secondary rather than primary chief feature, is stubbornness, which means he will not settle for any injustice and being told that truth and justice cannot prevail against all else. With the Late Queen, Prince Philip, Caligula II, Catherine, William all having a chief feature of stubbornness, they have/had no desire for the media/Fleet Street abattoirs to be challenged as it could bring about change that could prove disadvantageous. All persons in stubbornness do not like change, including a Black woman, a Black Yank marrying in.

Diana, Princess of Wales & Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex

Quick departure. To be seventh mature soul (Caligula II – warrior) is like an old soul to a sixth mature (Prince William – scholar). The vast wealth of knowledge and awareness between soul levels is just as vast as that between a young soul and an old soul. Of all the royals, what makes Prince William so difficult is that he is in the intellectual part of moving centre. All the others whose overleaves have been channelled, are in the moving part of intellectual centre. There are only two exceptions: Diana, Princess of Wales and Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex. Both are artisan souls, Diana second mature and Meghan third mature – the latter same soul age as the Courtesan Queen who is a third mature scholar. What made both Diana and Meghan such a problem for the senior royals, is that both are in the moving part of emotional centre. This is the greatest disposition for a truly gifted actor. Meghan has an emotional intelligence that stratospherically towers above all the other royals. This similitude to Diana, Princess of Wales, his mum, is what apart from the fact that they are entity mates, would have attracted Prince Harry to Meghan. She is uncannily similar to his mum and Prince William would also have found this unsettling.

Diana, Princess of Wales & Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex

Both Diana and Meghan were born to be senior royal women fully equipped for the modern age of meet and greet, exceptional charisma, and be exquisitely photogenic; this is what artisan souls do best and it helped enormously that Meghan had acted. The camera equally loved both women; additionally, Meghan had mastered the art of being on. Sadly, as baroness Marie-Christine demonstrated, the island kingdom dwellers were not prepared to have their millennia-aged iconography corrupted by descendants of the enslaved, certainly not Caligula II, the little grovelling bastard.

HLM Queen Elizabeth II

The Queen was a realist with a goal of dominance, she would not have feared Meghan marrying in; HLM The Queen would have perceived the union of Prince & Princess Henry of Sussex as advantageous to the Crown. HLM The Queen knew Meghan to be an asset with great appeal to the commonwealth; she also knew her at soul centre as Meghan, Harry & HLM The Queen are entity mates. However, The Queen’s heirs and Catherine did not see it this way. Prince Harry marrying Meghan was seen as a betrayal by Caligula II, Courtesan Queen & TRH Prince & Princess of Wales.

Baroness Marie-Christine, Princess Michael of Kent

That flat-arsed woman and her uncouth open racial attack on Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex, was obviously the tip of the iceberg of abuse to which Meghan was being subjected within the palace, from the royal households and other principals, not just Prince William and Catherine, The Princess of Wales. As is plainly now obvious, Caligula II and the Courtesan Queen also played their part in sabotaging Meghan’s royal life. Because the principal players all possess(ed) a chief feature of stubbornness, their handling of this incident would prove catastrophic for the House of Windsor with nasty repercussions. Straight away, they should have seen the importance of Meghan far outweighed that of the Prince & Princess Michaels of Kent. If anyone is truly non-working royal, which is a fabricated term to racially ostracise Meghan, it is baroness Marie-Christine, the Eurotrash pretentious boor, who is in the same league as the Jamaican fabulist of obvious gender treachery. Baroness Marie-Christine and her husband should simply have been evicted from Kensington Palace – like Caligula II has callously done The Sussexes from Frogmore Cottage – and made to live offsite somewhere in Mayfair or elsewhere, just as Caligula II has done Angela Kelly. There was no greater value for dollar to the monarchy of the Prince & Princess Michael of Kent over the Duke & Duchess of Sussex – age, diversity, charisma and appeal. Nonetheless, Meghan was too great an affront to the stubborn-focussed Elizabeth II, Caligula II, William and Catherine, Meghan instead simply had to go.

HM Queen Elizabeth II

The time to have acted was swiftly, decisively, back in December, 2017 and not let things fester in the hope that the exposed anti-Black racism of senior and minor royals would simply go away. Of course, when it all came undone, they began blaming that problem ‘Yank’ and talked crap about “recollections may vary.” The hell they don’t! Every Black in the commonwealth diaspora saw the blackamoor brooch worn by Baroness Marie-Christine and our hearts sank, knowing the sheer hell to which Meghan clearly was being subjected. Guilty as all hell of having made Meghan’s life living hell, all the major principals chose to go with their chief features of stubbornness; they simply ignored the little negro Yank (Meghan) and began clawing at every well-placed Black in the island kingdom and their shadow. Of course, what had been done to Diana, Princess of Wales was being meted out to Meghan – let her self-destruct.

Princess Margaret, Countess Snowdon & King George VI’s Equerry Captain Peter Townsend

Recently, I was invited to a lovely Sunday brunch in one of the ubiquitous much-too-tall condos – 58th storey suite with views south to more condos, blocking any chance of seeing Lake Ontario – 46% of all construction cranes in North America are in Toronto. Invariably, talk turned towards the House of Windsor. One guest, Alexandra, was a charming, flame-haired, ancient beauty, well into her tenth decade, began casting light on the Late Queen whom, she assured us, no one truly knew. Born in Rhodesia, like all moneyed Whites, her family had a farm in Africa… charmant. In any event, eventually, she would move to South Africa and when Nazi sympathiser, President P. W. Botha appeared intent on race war or genocide, she and family left Cape Town and settled in Toronto.

Trooping the Colour, Horse Guards Parade early 20th century

Her only husband would recently die during the Covid pandemic. Though she also had Covid, she has survived and lived on, being pleasantly eccentric with a razor sharp wit, crystalline memory and the warmest blues eyes. Her father had been high up in the military and his family had served the monarchy for the last two plus centuries. Thus it was that she travelled from Rhodesia each June, for two months, in London. They took in the trooping the colour ceremony, the Royal Ascot and visited relations who lived equally baronially.

Buckingham Palace Garden Party early 20th century

She attended garden parties at Buckingham Palace when a teen; there, she met both Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret, her contemporaries, the latter being much more handsome than her sister, she authoritatively stated. Then talk turned to what a not pleasant character the late Queen was. As the story goes, the royals had hectares next to her colonial family’s hectares in Rhodesia and it was there that Princess Margaret was sent by the Queen and whilst waiting, told that the dashing King’s equerry, Margaret’s lover, Captain Peter Townsend, would not be joining her in Rhodesia after all. Townsend had been banished to Belgium instead and that was that. Well, my darlings, according to the fascinating guest, Margaret had a complete breakdown of operatic proportions, screamed, wailed night and day and ran about naked and set fire to one of the houses on the vast estate. Obviously, the Queen was well familiar with Margaret’s temperament so had sequestered her in the colonies where her expected breakdown would be well out of reach of the London media.

Meghan, Harry & Prince Archie Vancouver Island, Canada

Said Alexandra, if it proves a problem, simply ship it offshore with talk of things getting well soon, only to have the rug pulled out from under the disposed bother. What Meghan and Harry were put through, in being shipped off to Canada, was simply the late Queen, doing as she had done before. Rather insightful indeed; she was adamant that the whole affair had been handled disastrously. Said the marvellous raconteuse, the pompous Marie-Christine – Alexandra haughtily referred to the racist boor as baroness, never princess – should have been sent packing off Palace grounds. Harry and Meghan, said she, were the only hope of saving the empire (rather than commonwealth), which of course is what it truly is, nothing more than rebranding to keep up with the times. Margaret, said Alexandra, had never recovered from how the Queen had betrayed and punished her.

Princess Margaret 21.8.1930 /\ 3.2.6 = 11. Meghan, Princess Henry 4.8.1981 /\ 4.3.4 = 11

One thing that should be noted is the similitude that exists between both Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex and HRH Princess Margaret, Countess Snowdon. Being possessed of master numbers has a two-fold quality; with the good comes the bad. In both person’s case being possessed of master number 11 brings with it great talent but also great trial. Whereas HRH Princess Margaret was a talented pianist with a great singing voice, so too is Meghan a great actor who is exceptionally articulate. Master number 11 speaks of great fame; what it always brings, is great jealously to the point where one risks being maligned and sabotaged by others rather than of one’s doing. HLM Queen Elizabeth II sabotaged HRH Princess Margaret because she was too sparkling and brilliant.

If it looks like aubergine, it is not a cucumber! Let those with eyes see. Catherine & Ben

So, too, the woefully inarticulate Catherine, HRH The Princess of Wales, who spends inordinate time with The 1851 Trust clearly obsessed with Olympian Ainslie’s oar, had her task companion, HRH Prince William, The Prince of Wales with tacit support from Caligula II and his neither beautiful nor young Milonia Caesonia, The Courtesan Queen engage in an ongoing campaign of sabotaging Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex’s persona and image. I think that there may well be an element of karmic payment at play here; consequently, it could simply be karma being created, based purely in jealousy and racial animus. At the end of the day, Catherine clearly is now merely Rose’s understudy as Diana, Princess of Wales was the Courtesan Queen’s; either way, Catherine will always be King Mother. Moreover, unlike the chatelaine of Haughton Hall, Catherine is never mistaken for an alpaca.

Duke Ellington

As we got from the table and began prepping for bridge, which by the way, I do not play, the host began playing Jazz at which, Alexandra chimed in and began telling of her friendship and correspondence with Duke Ellington. Truly, Alexandra is a living link to history.

TRH Duke & Duchess of Sussex’s Royal Wedding & St. Paul’s Cathedral with Incitatus

Naturally, the Late Queen and her two heirs, all with chief feature of stubbornness, thought that there was no big deal in Baroness Marie-Christine, after having racially attacked Meghan, attending the Black woman’s historic royal wedding. Adding insult to injury, the same Eurotrash, anti-Black racist minor royal – who kept two black sheep she named Venus and Serena, was sat well ahead of the Sussexes at the June, 2022 Platinum Jubilee service at St. Paul’s Cathedral, and the Sussexes sat immediately ahead of Caligula II’s three-legged, eavesdropping Incitatus.

HRH Prince Harry The Duke of Sussex & HRH Prince William The Prince of Wales

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Prince Harry has a chief feature of arrogance, which is the sign of someone who is truly and innately shy; incidentally, this is why he finds the paparazzi so very intrusive and unsettling, along with the role that they conveniently played in Caligula II’s murder of his mum, Diana, Princess of Wales – this is genuinely triggering trauma for Prince Harry. Prince Harry’s chief feature, which emerges during one’s late teens – one is never born with chief features – famous persons with chief feature of arrogance are always fearful and feel themselves exposed and acutely vulnerable. At 12, Harry would have felt utterly exposed and overwhelmed with a sense of vulnerability, which would have been triggered by his mum’s murder and the obvious press intrusion. William, for being older, responded to Diana’s murder by shutting off everyone who is not within his inner circle’s orbit. Persons with chief feature of stubbornness are almost fanatical about not having their sense of order disturbed in the slightest by anyone or anything. These are rather tight-minded persons.

Prince Harry The Duke of Sussex & Meghan The Duchess of Sussex

What’s more, Meghan, Prince Harry’s beautiful, elegant, gifted wife, has a chief feature of self-deprecation, which acts internally and sees one being far too accommodating and apologetic when being picked on and abused. This is readily discernible in the text exchange between her and Catherine, The Princess of Wales, shared in Prince Harry’s searing memoir, SPARE, which incidentally could only have been written by a royal with an attitude of scepticism, Prince Harry. Persons with the attitude of sceptic (Prince Harry – and incidentally, yours truly) do not fear anyone. Such persons will take the fight to anyone in a quest to defend the truth and veracity of anything that one holds dear.

The Waleses & Sussexes Windsor walkabout, 2022

If you think that Caligula II is not racist then do keep in mind that Prince Harry, as outed in SPARE, demanded that his father, Caligula II, cease referring to his wife, the Black Yank, as that woman. Then, though this in no way excuses their own anti-Black racism, William insisted that the Sussexes join him and Catherine on the Windsor walkabout in September, 2022 after The Queen’s passing; at the end of the day, William is Diana, Princess of Wales’s son and he has a goal of Acceptance, which is precisely what such a person would have done. People who do not have a chief feature of stubbornness find such persons the most acutely uncomfortable to be around, this is why that day, Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex genuinely looked fearful around William and Catherine, who with their 9 numerology are extremely difficult to have to suffer, especially when such persons have made an enemy of you and told lie after lie after lie.

Cressida Bonas attends royal wedding of TRH The Duke & Duchess of Sussex May, 2018

Had Prince Harry married the very acceptable White Briton of impeccable pedigree, Cressida Bonas, none of this racialised madness would have unfolded. Of course, true to form, once having been confronted by their racism, the three major senior House of Windsor royals, Queen Elizabeth II, Caligula II and William, Prince of Wales dug their heels in and, in essence, defended Princess Michael of Kent’s racist attack on The Duchess of Sussex. The Sussexes were shipped off to Vancouver Island then whilst there, the 5 Sovereigns gauntlet dropped during The Queen’s 2019 Christmas message broadcast, which was their response to the Sussexes wanting time out and a likely apology, which would never ever happen – fuck you, you do not count!

HM The Queen Christmas Message, 2019 – The Five Sovereigns

That was the betrayal of the Sussexes which was tantamount to Princess Margaret being shipped off to Rhodesia only to be hoodwinked when instead of joining her later, Captain Peter Townsend her lover, was exiled to Belgium. What they had not anticipated after the Camilla Tominey lie that Meghan made Catherine cry, was that Meghan would lay down the law to Harry and say, “I want out now and you are coming with me!” Stupidly, these people actually thought that she would stay there and take it.

Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex, Meghan The Duchess of Sussex & Oprah Winfrey

Of course, with an attitude of scepticism, Prince Harry saw every member of the House of Windsor for the vile creatures they were with regards to racism. It is plainly obvious that with only two more Christmas messages left to go, the Queen was not only terminally ill with cancer and dying but Caligula II was Regent, calling all the shots, and was fully supported by his equally racist son, William, The Prince of Wales both of whom have a chief feature of stubbornness. I think that it is plainly obvious the senior royal whose identity Prince Harry chose to protect during his sit down interview with Oprah Winfrey, with regards Prince Archie’s skin tone and what having a negro grandson would look like. Shock. Horror. Dread!

Rose Rocksavage (white dress with black trimming and bow) Williams’s lover at Caligula II’s coronation

It was Prince William, who declared when congratulated on Prince Archie’s birth that he was already an uncle to the coalmining muggles of his bothersome wife, who inconveniently stands in the way of he and Rose, Countess Rocksavage living blissfully ever after. Naturally, after the sit down interview with Oprah Winfrey on CBS in March 2021, Caligula II, who was Regent in all but name, decided to begin the full retaliatory campaign of, “We are very much not a racist family.” To that end, at Prince Philip’s (fourth mature warrior who happens like Harry to be a sceptic but with a chief feature of stubbornness) passing, Caligula II went all out on the ‘token negroes’ campaign, part of which was letting the kingdom become used to the notion of a slimmed down monarchy.

Baroness Benjamin of Beckenham, Baron Boateng of Akyem & Wembley + Baroness Scotland of Asthal

Thus it was that Prince Philip’s service of thanksgiving at Westminster Abbey, had the BBC’s Huw Edwards feature three exceptional token negroes of Caligula II’s. Trotted out were they as a show of the royal family’s inclusiveness and the fact that they could not possibly be racists; after all, recollections do vary. What other response could there have been by persons in denial but betray their guilt in the process?

Soprano Pretty Yende, Ascension Choir & Baritone Roderick Williams

Well Along comes Caligula II’s coronation and there were more token negroes embalming massa’s guilt complex no end. Seriously, where were all the token negros at the Late Queen’s Diamond Jubilee celebrations? Certainly, there were no such persons visible at William & Catherine’s snooze fest nuptials at which they rowed all the way from Westminster Abbey to Buckingham Palace.

Baroness Amos of Brondesbury, Rev. Hudson-Wilkin Bishop of Dover & Baroness Benjamin of Beckenham

Always ready to cakewalk and shine for massa, there was Baroness Benjamin again more proudly rigid as though like Prince William, she were similarly pegged, who’s recently afforded the none too unaware the Freudian slip of being in high heels – quelle surprise ça. There was the empire’s largesse being bestowed on commonwealth third-tier fare like Baroness Benjamin, who along with Baroness Amos of Brondesbury and Rev. Rose Hudson-Wilkin Bishop of Dover filled out Caligula II’s quota. All three carried symbols of might and oppression that effected the ancestors’ enslavement and the concomitant racism that endures to this day.

Baroness Fenty of Bridgetown evicts Caligula II and his clan

Astutely aware, a real baroness, Baroness Fenty of Bridgetown, got on the phone and seized the opportunity to throw off the yoke of empire. After Oprah’s interview of the Duke & Duchess of Sussex, in short order, there was Baroness Fenty, telling the world that the shitty little bastard, Caligula II, would never be sovereign of Barbados. Callously, Baroness Fenty saw to it that the handover of the British flag would be at night, thereby excluding the fugly duchess from the ceremony. More importantly, the process was expedited by scrapping a referendum and declaring oneself a republic well before The Queen could be discovered face down on her bedroom’s floor at Balmoral House. That, indeed, is how a real baroness, Baroness Fenty of Bridgetown, conducts herself. Like a true Queen, Baroness Fenty of Bridgetown made it perfectly clear that no one on her island kingdom of Barbados would ever bow to the little grovelling bastard, Caligula II.

Courtesan Queen with protective brolly & bag to ward off the repugnant heat/Natives

Of course, if the handover ceremony were at daytime, the god fugly Courtesan Queen would have attended with her convenient brolly and handbag whilst scaring the natives. Her crutches to hand, they would have afforded her an excuse for not shaking hands with said otiose bastards, much as she dismisses Inuit throat singers, and New Zealand singers performing a haka.

Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex at Caligula II’s coronation attired head to toe in Dior

Nasty, little libidinous Caligula II of Athenian disposition, as common as White queers partout, wanted that Black woman nowhere near him and his realm. Thus not only was Prince Harry told ‘that woman’ was not invited to Balmoral but Caligula II saw to it that it would not occur as Catherine, The Princess of Wales was made to stay behind, which automatically precluded Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex attending – at least this was the outward cover story. Naturally, as Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex happened to have been in Britain at Queen Elizabeth II’s passing, she could not have been banned from the funeral. However, nasty little racial predator Caligula II had the Middleton in-laws attend his coronation sans their spouses so that Harry attending alone, would not look as obviously a snub of Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex as it was. Coward to the core, Caligula II saw to it that his coronation was on Prince Archie’s fourth birthday, conveniently, outwardly affording Meghan an excuse not to attend and the media another excuse to blame Meghan for not attending.

Caligula II Being Crowned: Oh my darling Boy, kiss me… Oh yes!

Indeed, the little grovelling bastard has grown drunk with power and proven a foul racist boor. Of course, with mummy and pa well out of the way, Caligula II can rule unchallenged with his pegged, fisted and miserably wedded accomplice, equally possessed of racial animus towards Blacks. Fatty-fingered Caligula II has quite effectively whitewashed the House of Windsor of the Black Yank. Caligula II has not in the least unconsciously painted a royal portrait as he would have it. With deft attack, Caligula II has employed a patina that slavishly strives to suppress any palimpsests of disturbing aspects of the empire’s past.

Doria, Harry & Meghan, Diana, Princess of Wales & Jack Spencer, 7th Earl Spencer

Dearest HRH Prince Archie & HRH Princess Lilibet of Sussex not to worry, you’ve got the most wonderful and loving parents, Harry & Meghan, a loving grandmother whom you know, Doria, who loves her special flowers in you. You’ve the most ravishingly wonderful guardian angel, granny Diana, Princess of Wales and great great grandfather, Albert ‘Jack’ Spencer, The 7th Earl Spencer. Don’t sweat the small stuff, every mighty oak will always have withered, dead branches, lightning ravaged and seared… spent. Forget about them, you’ve the most loving branches whose acorns you are and you will carry that love, adding your enriching branches whose acorns will thrive for millennia to come.

Karma Knows Nothing of Mercy: Caligula II Pelted With Eggs & Boos, York, November, 2022

Long millennia after the debauchery and sloth of the Second Caligulan Age, the little grovelling bastard, Caligula II, will never be fondly recalled but risibly dismissed as the inimitable Spike Milligan rightfully did.

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Ellington Uptown (1952) Full Album – Duke Ellington

Billy Strayhorn, Duke Ellington – Piano

Louis Bellson – Drums

Harry Carney, Hilton Jefferson, Jimmy Hamilton, Paul Gansalves, Russell Procope – Saxophone

Britt Woodman, Juan Tizol, Quentin Jackson – Trombone

William Anderson, Clark Terry, Ray Nance, Willie Cook – Trumpet

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Life is like a flying dream; if you look down, you’re fucked. Enjoy the ride and fear no one!

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KARL LAGERFELD: A LINE OF BEAUTY. Met Gala 2023

Karl Lagerfeld, one of the most eccentric, creative geniuses of the 20th/21st centuries. This is a tribute to the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute Benefit, 2023. Who can forget the 90s each Saturday evening, watching Toronto’s Jeanne Beker on CityTV’s FT: Fashion Television. I always looked forward to any segment that featured the gloved, fast-talking eccentric with this fan and clipped laughter. His fashions are, of course, legendary and the Chanel suit was reborn with understated elegance thanks to him. What’s more, always in Lagerfeld’s orbit were exciting personalities and eccentrics like André Leon-Talley, Anna Piaggi, Baroness Amanda Harlech, Inès de La Fressange & the archly eccentric Isabella Blow.

This year, the Costume Institute’s Ball was co-chaired by Roger Federer, Penelope Cruz, Michaela Coel, Dua Lipa & Anna Wintour. Later this month, KARL LAGERFELD A LINE OF BEAUTY celebrates Lagerfeld’s reign as creative genius at Balmain, Patou, Chloé, Fendi & Chanel.

Yung Miami, I loved the theatricality of this costume. She carried it off handsomely, has a great personality and was escorted by the ever debonair, Diddy!

More fashion brands by the season, it would appear. Chi Ossé is a New York City Council member and his numerology suggests a lifetime in politics. I love the cut and tailoring of his bespoke attire.

Eddie Redmayne and his wife, Hannah Bagshawe are beautifully dressed; his suit’s detailing is elegantly understated and there is a lot of lines and textures going on with her Alexander McQueen, none of which outdoor each other.

Ariana DeBose though having won an Oscar for her explosive star turn in Steven Spielberg’s remark of West Side Story, earned herself no end of scorn for turning up at the 2023 BAFTA Awards and turning her performance into some ‘woke, hip hop, American affair. When are Americans going to dispense with Britons and their stinking sphinctered condescension. Beautiful gown. Love her style.

Vittoria Ceretti, is one of the next wave of catwalk goddesses strutting, vamping and leaving us all besotted. She is über chic and then some. Elegant.

Though previously ruled by the inimitable Karl Lagerfeld, Balmain is now the house of young creative genius, Olivier Rousteing. His creations are truly futuristic yet grounded in practicality, sensuality and function. Above all else, humour reigns.

New York City Ice Spice beautifully evokes Lagerfeld’s fluid style with the camera prop, which was definitely not in common use by the time of her reincarnation – whoever she last was. Love her curves and attitude. Elegant.

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Conan Gray’s existence was sheer mystery to me until he appeared, dripping of fluid style at the 2023 Met Gala. His fluidity and fan are marvellous odes to Lagerfeld, indeed.

This devastatingly handsome, phenomenally multifaceted performer, Jeremy Pope, is a joy to behold whether onscreen or onstage. Here’s to the next generation’s of sexy leading man. The Costume Institute’s ball is a theatrical event, who better to bring be this year’s showstopper. Ingenious creativity on the part of Olivier Rousteing yet again.

Usher chose to highlight the designs of a young African-American designer. As ever, he looks suave, cool and as sophisticated as crooners before him: Teddy Pendergrass, Barry White and Marvin Gaye.

Emily Adams Bode, fashion designer and next generation industry superstar. She is ethereally elegant in this pale yellow design.

Toronto Born fashion designer and activist, Aurora James, is elegant, understated; she brought some Canadian content to the Costume Institute Ball, 2023.

Isabelle Boemeke aka Isotope, young nuclear clean energy activist also attended the ball.

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Dynamic American photographer, Tyler Mitchell was stylishly elegant in an eclectic design by Bode.

Los Angeles Clippers basketball star, Russell Westbrook arrived in a colourful but subdued, was part of the collection of athletes in attendance.

NFL championship quarterback Patrick Mahomes and his wife, Brittany arrived outfitted in BOSS designs.

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Coming on strong, the devastatingly dashing Italian tennis player, Matteo Berrettini serves up nothing but aces in this superb Boss suit.

Columbian heartthrob, singer, entertainer, Maluma turned out looking elegantly fluid in this Boss ensemble. I still do not get the appeal of tattoos but there you have it.

What would a costume ball be without Queens turning up and boy does Mary J. Blige deliver show stopping theatrical style.

The riveting actor, Jodie Comer turned up kitted in Burberry and looking every bit the thespian.

British born, BAFTA award winning actor, Naomi Ackie seems to have been the only attendee whose Burberry outfit was not the current deep dark blue and black schemata.

British model, Liberty Ross and her American music producer husband, Jimmy Iovine showed up rockign Burberry.

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BAFTA Award winner for best supporting actor, 2023, Barry McKeoghan came through wearing the blue and black Burberry of the season.

Burna Boy, one of three African kings rolled up in Burberry.

Up next, Skepta full of style and swagger as ever.

Completing the troika, the most dynamically charismatic Stormzy, the third of the African kings.

A man of exceeding charm and cool, Dr. Dre rounds out the Burberry brigade.

Britney Griner & Cherelle Griner were delightful – so glad her adventure turned out handsomely – Both were rocking bespoke Calvin Klein.

African model, Adut Akech brings her warm beauty to the proceedings, owning her Carolina Herrera gown.

Anna Wintour & Bill Nighy walk the red carpet at the Costume Ball.

Andy Roddick & Brooklyn Decker; she is pitch perfect… lovely.

Angéle, Belgian singer, goes for an edgier more avant-garde approach; it works.

Film producer, Fabiola Beracasa Beckman’s approach was mature and elegant.

The Brazilian amazon, Gisele Bündchen, went for a gorgeous vintage Chanel affair that did not disappoint.

Eaddy Kiernan Bunzel’s, Vogue contributing editor, approach was sleek, elegant and it came together beautifully. Gotta love those shoes!

The One! The Icon! Queen. Naomi pulled out another vintage design; She was stunning…. but of course.

TV producer and philanthropist, Christine Chiu, handsomely pulled out all the stops! #BAM

Seemingly, a funny thing happened on the way to the ball for Marion Cotillard… The hair? Whatever.

Bollywood meets little red riding hood and who else but powerhouse, co-chair Penelope Cruz can winningly pull this look off. Fabulous!

I am reminded of Irina Shayk’s leather outfit at last year’s Met Gala by Lily James’s black leather ball gown. Wow!

Chameleon Nicole Kidman wore the dress that featured in her Chanel perfume ad back in the naughties directed by Bazz Luhrmann. As ever, stylish, cool and elegant.

Korean singer/rapper Jennie Kim went for a edgy girly/sex kitten look. Cool!

Everybody’s Queen, living her best life and proving an inimitable inspiration to us all. Lizzo rocks the glamour of Chanel pearls and comes up winning as always.

Another co-chair, Dua Lipa, opted for Chanel and it worked beautifully. One very stunning woman and look at that Tiffany & Co necklace.

Baroness Dambisa Moyo was elegant in a Chanel with colours that a reminiscent of African fabrics. Elegant.

90s catwalk Queen, Carolyn Murphy came out rocking that amazing yellow, layered tulle affair. Her presence brought back some sweet memories of the 90s.

Canadian actor, Whitney Peak, magically pulled off the bejewelled flapper decked in tulle and diaphanous cloud of white. She was a dreamy vision of beauty.

Gossip Girl castmate of Whitney’s, Margaret Qualley, nicely pulled off the ballet ribbons and short cocktail dress, even at the Met Gala it worked beautifully.

The most exciting actor of her generation, Margot Robbie always seems on the cusp of explosive, infectious laughter. Elegant. Sophisticated.

Lauren Santo Domingo, maverick, editor and philanthropist was coolly elegant, especially so when being unintentionally photo-bombed by Lil Nas X’s painted arse.

Kristen Stewart’s turn as Diana, Princess of Wales was one of greatest revelations to say nothing of a truly commanding performance. Elegantly, this artist disappears into her roles and, more importantly, her private life is a non-negotiable.

Baroness Amanda Harlech turned up to pay respect to Karl Lagerfeld, wearing a Chanel haute couture gown which I am almost certain she modelled when his muse and later working for Lagerfeld after having been introduced by André Leon Talley as a result of a fallout with the astounding creative genius, John Galliano.

Who else but Cardi B. can stick her mile-long nails into cucumber and swirl it about a plate of gravy, sopping it up and then get that slice of cucumber into her mouth without disturbing her flawless lipstick? No one beats Cardi B. that’s who. Always, she is a welcome and refreshing sight.

Maude Apatow’s appearance was more elegant relative to last year. I do not know her work as an actor but she a quiet dignity that is readily admirable.

Vanessa Kirby to date has turned in one of the two three acting turns on Netflix’s The Crown. Her turn as Princess Margaret was riveting and totally engrossing. What a thoroughly fascinating actor and she looks damn good here too.

Though this actor’s personal life seems to have taken up permanent residence in the tabloids over the past 1.5 years, I have no idea what her acting chops are like. Not because of lack of interest, as a lucid dreamer, the less I look at films and TV the less intrusion there is on my dreamlife’s integrity. This though is a rather beautiful Chloé dress chosen by Olivia Wilde.

Margaret Zhan, Editor-in-Chief Vogue China and other impressive accomplishments aside, this star turn at the Met ball was impressive. I love her dress.

Choupette!

Jared Leto as Choupette & Karl Lagerfeld whom he will portray in upcoming biopic.

Karen Elson’s Christian Siriano dress seems slightly to have missed the mark; will she be invited back?

Ava Max’s cottony confection is a truly delicious indulgence worth pursuing.

Something tells me this woman doesn’t get out much. One does not wear a goddamn hat and certainly not one to rival Nicki Minaj’s Yosemite Sam’s affair from last year to an evening event. Come on Alex Newell. Just no!

Darling, it’s called a tea cosy, it’s not meant to be worn to a ball. Grace Elizabeth on the tail end of her 15 minutes. Next!

Gabriella Karefa-Johnson clearly did not get the memo; white next to mounds of rolling fat is not slimming. Clearly, she does not have a stylist.

Actor Alexandra Daddario opted for a pale, layered Dior and it actually beautifully works.

The ever elegant Miranda Kerr swanned to the ball in an ethereal white Dior.

Vogue marketing editor, Alexandra Michler Kopelman shows off her baby bump and expectant glow, both shown off in a beautiful two-toned Dior.

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Costume Institute Ball co-chair, Roger Federer was exceptionally refined in Dior attire.

The man with the best ‘whatever’ attitude to life circumstances, Pete Davidson exudes his unmatched cool in masterfully cut Dior.

Hey you only live once in each lifetime. I’m loving the audacity but if it were me, I would have opted for some silver talons hauts; the nails are truly next-level glam. Bravo!

Like his ex, Kristen Stewart, there is so much that’s mysterious about Robert Pattinson. He is, though, a stunning actor and beautifully attired here in Dior.

English actor, Harris Dickinson is decidedly tall and unmistakable in his Dunhill gear. I am not in the least familiar with his acting chops.

Scotsman, James McAvoy who packs serious metal, came admirably attired with a fan in an homage to Karl Lagerfeld. A winner all around, of course and he is wearing Dunhill at that.

Glenn Close always goes big and this year’s Met Gala found her in her element. She was escorted by designer Erdem Moralıoğlu whose elegant design she wore.

Fendi creative director Kim Jones, is also joined by Fendi family director of Jewellery design (r) Silvia Venturini & Delfina Delettrez. They are on a work assignment; they are not there to look glam.

Suki Waterhouse attended with her lover, Robert Pattinson in a flowery Fendi that was both cool and breezy.

Uma Abedin returns this year in a glorious Fendi design which along with hair, makeup and earrings is pure flawless elegance.

Eva Chen’s silver and green with matching green opera gloves are Audrey Hepburn chic; this colour combination actually works and beautifully set off glowing complexion.

Gwendoline Christie flesh-toned gown does her no favours. This colour next to her pale complexion renders her almost invisible. Stylist fail.

Yet, again, this Korean actress does not put a foot wrong in the style department. Song Hye-kyo is always elegant.

Precious Lee chose handsomely when opting for this Fendi design. It is flattering of her commanding presence and both elegant and restrained in all the right proportions. Stunning woman and the black leather opera gloves only add to her fierceness; she is gifted and self-aware model.

Kate Moss and daughter, Lila Moss were demure in their pale pink Fendi outfits.

Christina Ricci is chameleon; she is a boss. Lovely Fendi design.

Sometimes, you only need one Hadid to bring it. Gigi definitely came through in this memorable Givenchy design.

What a difference a year makes, and some Disney funding, Halle Bailey this year has scored a style coup in Gucci design. Showtime!

I positively love every film this Oscar winning actor stars in. Jessica Chastain’s Gucci is flawless.

Though not familiar with the British actor’s work, Daisy Edgar-Jones’ Gucci here is daring without being risqué; she’s on point.

By far, one of my favourite couples: great actor, gorgeous model whose their chemistry is sizzling. Dapper and ever debonair, he is handsome to her cool intoxicating beauty.

Three-time Emmy award winner, Julia Garner, is fittingly commanding in this caped Gucci ensemble.

Like Viola Davis and Angela Bassett, Salma Hayek has been cheated out of a deserved best actress Oscar for her star turn in Frida. That notwithstanding, she remains the most ravishing film actor of her generation and always a joy to behold on or offscreen.

Show the children how it’s done, Jordan Roth. Why it is so difficult to stand on the red carpet and not be pigeon-toed? Sienna Miller and others take note. Seriously!

Congratulations to the G.O.A.T Serena Williams on the good news of adding to her beautiful family with Alexis Ohanian. As ever, Serena looks marvellous.

Bad Bunny is the moment. Bad Bunny is hopping! Style and so much more!

Kylie Jenner brings the glam factor wherever she vamps. This is a beautiful Jean-Paul Gaultier design.

I’ve not really seen Yara Shahidi walk the red carpet before; I don’t know if it is just a matter of her being a face but this design and her body are not harmonised. Then again it could just be me and the fact that her right foot has triggered my number one pet peeve, it is sickled in.

Devon Aoki, that most exotic of oiseaux, walks the Met Gala 2023 carpet with designer Jeremy Scott whose design she clearly here favours.

Carla Bruni had the gall to diss Meghan, Duchess of Sussex on her IG page then quickly pulled it down and featured Prince Harry’s SPARE shortly afterwards and offered a review that haemorrhaged obsequiousness partout. Of course, it did not go either unnoticed or unchallenged by yours truly. The blasted, vile depilated macaque Couchon. You don’t like Blacks… Fuck You!

That’s right, keep doing your Icarian turn, Cara Delevingne; no one can ever resist a delicious slice of schadenfreude…

Caroline Lebar, team Karl Lagerfeld honcho, coming through owing the place and spreading her light.

Amber Valletta, another 90s catwalk champ; always good to see her.

Survivor. Legend. Boss. Diane von Fürstenberg. G.O.A.T that’s who!

Last year, in her Prabal Gurung pink outfit, Michelle Yeoh was not only a standout but she had winner written all over her aura. And just like that, she returns to Met Gala having become the first Asian to win best actress Oscar. Go Lady! Always, she is exceptionally elegant.

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Bryan Tree Henry got the memo. Go big or go home! Solid!

Alton Mason ain’t funning. This gorgeous star means business. This was one of the most beautiful costumes on the night. This is a Lagerfeld bride that gives Claudia Schiffer a run for her dimpled gorgeousness.

Oh my darlings, it’s the deliciously arousing Manu Rios back to keep our pulses racing. Gosh but he’s delightful.

African-American beauty queen turned actress, Rachel Smith, was a regal vision in a smoky silver strapless Lavin.

Then along came that delightful amazon, Karlie Kloss in a long black Loewe sheath. Her jewellery was spot-on and unlike Kim Kardashian’s, her pearls did work. The bowed shoes handsomely added to her allure.

Nichapat Suphap contributing editor for Vogue Thailand was smartly elegant in her black opera gloves to set off the black and white Louis Vuitton gown.

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Sino-Korean Hong Kong rapper, Jackson Wang, did not disappoint when it came to delivering his trademak style and swagger. Gorgeous.

Curvaceous model, Paloma Elsesser arrived on the arm of the designer Raul Lopez whose LUAR designed her très chic gown.

John Galliano, creative director Maison Margiela. Genius. Visionary. Shaman.

Great-granddaughter of John Paul Getty, Ivy Getty models and focusses on chiefly being an artist. For Met Gala 2023, Ivy chose this exquisitely elegant one-shouldered, tulle-covered Maison Margiela grown with multiple tassels of dripping sable-toned fringe. Details. Details. Details.

TKF Twigs, like Jennifer Lopez, one always get the feeling that at some point FKA Twigs will resume relations with Robert Pattinson. Time will tell. As with Ivy Getty’s design, there is a lot of details in this masterfully constructed design. These are the designs of a truly master couturier and that John Galliano has always been and remains. So very good to see his creative genius having a home to flourish. John Galliano is as equally eccentric and just as ravishing a creative genius as was Karl Lagerfeld.

Fiery Brazilian singer, Anitta, came through in a sculptural Marc Jacob designs with contrasting white opera gloves and the most handsome Tiffany & Co. diamond necklace with sizeable ruby pendant. Yes!

At long last, Paris Hilton is a mum and looking just as ‘hot’ as ever. I could not believe that during her interview with La La Anthony, she declared that it was her first time at the Met Gala. She looked beyond elegant whilst being walked by Marc Jacobs in his eponymous designs.

Giving Kylie a run for her money, Kendall Jenner arrived taller than usual in a shimmering minimal design by Marc Jacobs. How she and Paris Hilton managed those heels is a true mystery.

Kim Petras’s Marc Jacobs design was a bit too busy and crunched at the bustier. Just as long as she wasn’t with that triffling they/them/it/other blob was just fine. Besides, the Met is not about the alarmingly drab.

Ew! You bred with that? Georgina Chapman in Marchesa. Moving right along.

Erykah Badu doing Erykah Badu; I should think that her shadow has grown bored by now. Thankfully, no shadow has had to hang around moored to a put-through appendage for centuries… so there’s that.

David Byrne pulls up on a white bike and what’s not to love? He sports an eye-searing white bespoke suit from Martin Greenfield of Brooklyn as only he can carry off cool.

Michael Kors in Michael Kors; of course, the best dressed men always wear shades.

You can always count on Emily Blunt to bring on the hold Hollywood glamour; the lace is everything. Elegant.

Artist (singer/actor) Kaitlyn Dever decided to set pulses racing in this dramatic red gown and work it did. What a truly stunning gown.

Vanessa Hudgens came through laying on the glamour with a serious side order of sexy; that train and the eyes are fierce.

Lea Michele has survived much and still standing she does rather elegantly. Stunning; just look at that shower of shimmering metallic silver.

The very versatile actor, Ashley Park, evokes the old Hollywood glamour vibe and beautifully so.

Actor/producer, Kerry Washington’s look at last year’s Met Gala was more dramatic than her look this season. I rather favour her Tory Burch drama gown from last year to this fishtail gown. Either way, she is as ever stunning; her smoky eyes and that choker are everything.

Emma Chamberlain, internet phenom, wore a faux two-piece Miu Miu in powder blue.

Sydney Sweeney, young versatile American actor with the dreamiest eyes, wore not surprisingly a dreamy pastel Miu Miu affair.

Ashley Graham, another model, effectively used by designers to best ‘walk’ their designs at the Costume Institute Ball’s red carpet. Obviously, as arrangements go, it is a win win. I personally do not like the look of fishtail but this Nina Ricci design’s colour schemata against Graham’s tawny complexion works beautifully.

This Oscar de la Renta design chosen by Lily Aldrige is far superior than her Kaithe design worn at Met Gala 2022. The elegance of this off the shoulder affair cannot be denied. The contrasting giant salmon bow and train may, though, be distracting.

Every time I see her, I am readily disinclined to become focussed on either her or her music. Even her ode to Choupette is off; why not choose a design from one of the houses with which Karl Lagerfeld was associated. For me, she never draws you in and I have no idea what her music is like, old fossil that I am becoming. Her feline prosthetics and makeup are spot-on.

Though this is a very beautiful design worn by gifted actor, Amanda Seyfried, sorry, I just can’t get past the pigeon-toed pose. How does this daft archly gauche pose ever look good to either photographer or subject? Beautiful colour, the cut is superb and her hair is gloriously styled.

Allison Williams, American actor/scream queen, is elegantly presented in this ode to couturier, Karl Lagerfeld in this beautiful Patou design. I love the cut and colour.

Alia Bhatt, Indo-British actor, is beautifully turned out in this Met Gala favourite designer Prabal Gurung design. The shimmering princess ball gown of white tulle is ethereally chic.

Quinta Brunson nova onto the TV cosmos, bagging Emmy awards along the way. I do believe that this is her first Met Gala. Sheer black overtop creamy pink with matching two-toned train works handsomely.

After last year’s powder blue princess, tulled affair, also by Prabal Gurung, Quannah Chasinghorse has opted this year for an edgier look and this time in pink. I suppose that I am more partial to last years look, as here was more southwest jewellery on display then. Perhaps, it is the opera gloves but then lend an air of punk which may not have been the intention; nonetheless, love her energy.

Yellowstone actress, Kelsey Asbille Chow cuts a dramatic figure with her fire engine red Prabal Gurung with train. So who exactly doesn’t like a garter?

Rita Ora and her haute exoticism looked truly drop-dead gorgeous in this double-trained black number.

Gorgeous African model Anok Yai is all that and lots more. Loving the dark shades adding more drama to her fringe and gold bustier Prabal design.

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Taika Waititi is boldly debonair in this long flowing smoky gray coat with double stranded pearls and more confidence than a can of sardines. The man is damn fine.

Gabrielle Union has always been a favourite actor of mine; she is so readily engage from role to role. She really earned a major supporter in me when she and her dashing husband, Dwayne Wade, spoke very passionately at the NAACP Awards this year in support of their MTF daughter, Trans and LGBTQ+ rights. These is nothing demure about an extra thick red leather coat atop red gown with tail. Bravo!

Maya Hawke, actor daughter of Uma Thurman & Ethan Hawke, in this pose looks no dissimilar to a young Shirley MacLaine. That aside, I love the white-on-white look and the feathery details plus train nicely carries it off.

British actor, Letitia Wright is one of these born somnambulant Blacks who are forever grateful for being over lorded by the god of what is clearly one’s enemy’s religion. Trust you me, if it were that important, you would not be afforded access to their religion, anymore than a Black is afforded a best actress Oscar. Her choice of Prada design merely betrays how self-restrained her perceptions. All alas is choice.

This woman swans through life, being feared/adored for being a moneyed Jew but she will never be nothing more than a vile anti-Black racist. One does not forget! All the moneyed men in the world and she will never rise above the repugnant conceit that had her sat for that pose.

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Coming on strong, it’s none other than Chinese singer/dancer/rapper, Kai Xu Kun. What’s not to love, we share the same birthday! Beautifully attired, love the jewellery, coat’s detailing and those Prada shoes are everything.

Rami Malek’s Freddie Mercury will standout in time as one of the best biopic performances in cinema. Clean, unfussy elegance.

Kodi Smit-McPhee’s appearance this year soars stratospherically above his Met Gala 2022 appearance. The shoes and the blue detailing are restrained… elegant.

Broadway actor, Jeremy Strong successfully transitioned to TV and in the process won himself Golden Globe & Emmy Awards for his turn on Succession. There’s flair but he is a man with a family to support and seemingly not the slightest focussed on celebrity. Admirable.

Dwayne wade continues to impress and inspire millions. Tall, dark, devastatingly handsome, he drips nobility of spirit like no one else. His is such a beautifully cut coat. Fabulous human.

Was anyone else wearing Ralph Lauren? Does even matter? Jennifer Lopez looked regal and hers was the only fascinator/hat worn to an evening event which proved not to be a faux pas. Jennifer was the moment at this year’s Met Gala 2023. The lines, the fabrics, the colour co-ordination all made for the most handsomely elegant look. Queen!

Grammy Award-winning, Broadway/TV singer/actor, Julliard alumna, Phillipa Soo showed up. That’s all that matters, love the riot of black and white getting it on for a handsome design for Richard Quinn. Go Mama!

Eileen Gu’s Robert Wun red polka dots design is not what I expected of an explosive athlete. She looks beautifully poised and elegant.

This is a massive turnaround, after that unaware indulgent horror at the 2023 Oscars, TEMS does not here commit a fashion faux pas, as these feathery tendrils though fascinator, do not obstruct and look glaringly out of place. Will she ever live down her Oscars appearance? Lips, nose, eyes, brows, love her look and the feathers at the bustier, plus the fishnet face veil do it for me; she has the most alluring eyes. I want those opera gloves… Keep doing you, Darling.

Model/Actor Camila Morrone came through rocking her Rodarte design: lace, velvet, slight fishtail and train. Sensational!

Always stylish, Alexa Chung opted from an eclectic design that’s both busy and avant garde. What does it matter, it’s Alexa that’s who and it works.

Chinese model, He Cong comes on strong. This is an awesome outfit.

Ghanian-British actor/filmmaker, Michaela Coel is also co-chair of this year’s Met Gala. Her diaphanous cocoa design by Schiaparelli nicely sets off her gorgeous complexion. Her cornrows are exquisite and those golden heels are perfecton. Love her, simply stunning!

Well, much like her relationship with her escort last year, her beading did not hold up too well. Ms. Kardashian has looked way more stunning at past Met Galas.

Natasha Poonawalla, India’s vaccine Queen, showed up in a futuristic mirrored Schiaparelli and cast shards of her light partout.

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Jordan Roth is Showbiz incarnate. And boy does he know how to infuse the right dash of drama into his theatricality. Go on, show them how it’s done. What better ode to Karl Lagerfeld could there be than being a human fan; hands down best dressed attendee at Met Gala 2023.

Diddy arrived representing Sean Jean with the grandest gestures. What was most refreshing was him grabbing the black battery operated fan from production as he chatted with hostess, La La Anthony who was a gorgeous vision in white. God was she light years more sophisticated than last year. Brilliant. Back to Diddy, the black on black on black is divine.

La La Anthony’s praises I cannot sing enough. This year’s chosen design knocked it out of the park, relative to last years design which left her looking shorter and it was way too busy and the hat was just so wrong. Not to knock Derek Blasberg but La La Anthony by far was the better host this year. Go on Lady, rock it!

Comedic actor, Rachel Brosnahan came through in cape, starburst pasties all in black with come hither eye makeup. Rather alluring.

Singer/comedic actor, Keke Palmer came through in a strapless multi-beaded column gown accompanied by a billowing powder blue and mauve cape. She looked marvellous.

Julia Carey also chose a swirling geometric Simkhai and did not put a foot wrong, right down to being accompanied by her charming partner, James Corden who opted for a brilliant blue jacket to match his cool.

Mindy Kaling made a massive revolution in her Met Gala appearance this year over last year when she chose a Prabal Gurung design. Accompanied by Jonathan Simkhai, An intricate layered design, there is a lot happening here; most of all, Kaling looks light years more body confident and this photograph does not do justice to the amount of weight loss that she’s successfully shed. Simply stunning.

Billie Eilish opted to attend in a Simone Rocha design that looked better suited to a themed gathering at Halloween. Perhaps, my taken on her look is coloured by the fact that simply do not get the draw of this artist.

Model Imaan Hammam chose a sleek white column with train Standing Ground design. The stark white handsomely set off her tawny complexion and gave added drama to her amazing locks.

Designer Stella McCartney wore a beaded black jacket/mini dress with dramatic leggings and chunky footwear as she walked with Madelyn Cline & Audrey Plaza.

Actor Madelyn Cline opted for a gun-metal gray and black strapless sheath with modest train as she walked in with Stella McCartney.

Quirky actor, Audrey Plaza, I believe that her social behaviour is chiefly rooted in her personal vibrational dynamics than anything else. Interesting design they are not standouts, this speaks more to the design elements rather than not.

Filmmaker Baz Luhrmann and his wife Catherine Martin came fully kitted in Thom Browne (he at least did) and looked marvellous for it.

As with last year’s Met Gala, Thom Browne was heavily represented this year, starting with Korean model, So-Ra Choi. Hers was a massive oversized coat which asymmetrically draped about her body in heavy fabric, all of which was winningly capped off with a black fishnet face veil which nicely highlighted her heavy lipsick. Powerful.

Writer, Amy Fine Collins, 30-year veteran at Vanity Fair Magazine came with the general black & white theme with stabs of red a braided hairstyle that matched the ribbing in her beautiful Thom Browne skirt.

The ever fluid Janelle Monae chose another oversized jacket/coat dress with its hoop exposed. Then, darlings, she moved the coat from atop the hooping and began vogueing with the malleable hoop exposing her body-hugging outfit. She like Amy Fine Collins opted for a dog bag that completed the little girl in adult clothing theme to this masterfully cut Thom Browne designs.

Disney alumna, Jenna Ortega, has that magical aura which allows her to convincingly inhabit whatever role she is focussed in. Here, her costume is evocative of the swashbuckling pirate thanks to the sweep of her train and her confident swagger.

Bella Ramsey’s pose more than her costume is the winning photograph. She seems as though a mere child wide awake at the ball, neither groggy nor fazed. She is stunningly august-souled.

Another Disney alumna, whose matured into a pop princess, is Olivia Rodrigo whose costume is utterly marvellous. Love Thom Browne’s use of prime colours black and white and the range of combinations are incredible. Ms. Rodrigo is seriously fabulous…. what a great dress.

Not really classic tweed, there is something about the fibres and fabric that’s evocative of another age. The tailoring, the ribbing, the oversized stitches, to say nothing of the fishnet face veil are all winners. The real standouts are the exposed hips compensating for the monochromatic gloves is an ingenious detail that successfully works, especially so on singer, Teyana Taylor.

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Athlete Shai Gilgeous-Alexander brings it in this elegantly cut Thom Browne where white rather than black predominates. Gorgeous ensemble.

African Writer and entertainer, Trevor Noah looked decidedly handsome in his cornrows and the usual innocent smirk.

Pusha T. sports the rapper’s signature cornrows which nicely complements his two-toned Thom Browne suit.

Here’s a rather straight forward Thom Browne outfit being worn by actor Alexander Skarsgård.

The master himself, designer Tom Ford adding commanding power, style and elegance to the costume ball.

Pierce Brosnan wears Tom Ford whilst his beautiful wife, Keely Shaye Smith, is adorned in Monique LHuillier. Gosh she’s glamourous.

Next up, Seth Meyers and wife, Alexi Ashe. He definitely is attired in Tom Ford, she though I’m not certain of.

The always elegant, Joan Smalls brings her light and glamour to the gathering. Who doesn’t look sensational in black lace? Smashing!

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Always expect Bradley Cooper to be among the most stylish at any gathering. Suave and elegant.

Dee & Tommy Hilfiger appropriately attired in Tommy Hilfiger. Still going strong.

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NFL wide receiver, Stefon Diggs looking ever bit like a power athlete. Handsome man in a very beautifully cut suit.

Singer Jack Harlow returns to the Met Gala, looking even more dashing than last year. Here he does look like the subject of a 17th century Flemish painting.

Tory Burch of her eponymous design house came through as last year, looking next-level poised and glamourous. That is a very beautiful dress.

Indie folk Queen, Phoebe Bridgers wore one of the more elegant designs of Met Gala 2023. The beading and shoulder details evoke flapper/Edwardian glamour.

Emily Rajatkowski, of course, showed up. I think that I am being to get this human. This design is a bit understated for her ‘out there’ persona; it is beautiful.

Model Liu Wen, chose wisely. Off the shoulder, bouquet of white roses wrapped in a black column, black opera gloves capped off by perfect makeup.

What a difference a year makes. Just look at Nicole Peltz Beckham. She has so grown into her role of being on the world stage and a recognised actor. She glows, is more relaxed and clearly comfortable in her skin. They are genuinely a couple, Brooklyn looks ever more comfortable being her plus one. Her black ribbon choker is everything.

Go Priyanka! The Citadel is some serious chops! The white opera gloves and Nick Jonas’s leather jacket, to say nothing of the Bulgari necklace beautifully complement their synergy.

Rhianna and A$AP Rocky have graced the costume ball this year… and she is yet again expectant and it shows. Rhianna always seems to be most comfortable at the Met Gala and enjoying herself.

EGOT(Emmy Grammy Oscar & Tony) Viola Davis is coming through that’s who. No one does pink and red like Valentino and no one wears colours better than the masterful actor, Viola.

Oscar-nominated actor, Stephanie Hsu presented a beautiful interpretation on Hollywood Glamour, which in the age of gender fluidity was celebrated with the tie’s inclusion. This dress was magnificent.

Another actor at the Costume Ball, Florence Pugh certainly brought that drama in a headdress that worked at night for its theatricality and much reminded of delightful Poppy Delevingne’s blue feather fascinated worn at Jack Brooksbank and Princess Eugenie’s delightful wedding. Pugh’s black fascinator was nicely set off by the floor length black ribbon that kept her business in check as this seemed to want to spill out from the exquisite white gown with train.

Designer Vera Wang attended in a design that light and airy; mostly tulle there was an ode to Karl Lagerfeld with the use of an oversized pearl-like necklace and his first name on ther train.

Actor Lily Collins wore a black and white version of Vera’s gown with Karl’s name on the black rather than pale train.

Donatella wore a beaded pink column that was minimalist and elegant.

Actor Anne Hathaway, who rarely does events like these, looked radiant as ever in a pearl ribbing trained gown that was a clear ode to Karl Lagerfeld.

Charlotte Tilbury wore a jade green Versace which handsomely set off her healthy red mane. Exuberant.

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Sino-Canadian actor, Simu Liu looked naturally refined in this snug Versace; love those shoes.

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Actor Elle Fanning, who attended Vivienne Westwood’s London memorial February past along with Kate Moss, Victoria Beckham, Anna Wintour, Chryssie Hynde, the ever bewitching Lily Cole, Bob Goldof, Bianca Jagger, Zhandra Rhodes, Edward Eninnful, Vanessa Redgrave, Bella Freud, Marchioness of Bath Emma Thynn, Stormzy, Twiggy, Marc Jacobs, Farida Kelfa, Yasmin, Amber & Simon Le Bon, Erdem Moralioglu, Tracy Emin, Paloma Faith & Alexa Chung. Elle’s floral crown and bouquet is a fitting tribute to the departed creative genius, Karl Lagerfeld.

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Finneas O’Connell always looks Straight outta the closet as he hides out in this Vivienne Westwood coat.

Chloe Fineman did a horrible job of hosting the red carpet at Met Gala 2023 along with the unflappable Derek Blasberg who did his elegant best to make sure that none of that shit got on his shoes. Her Jackson Wiederhoeft was chic and understated, all eclipsed by her deplorable social skills on the evening.

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Broadway star, Ben Platt was memorable in his white with black trimming suit proved a smash.

Unlike last Met Gala’s leather clad dominatrix chic, this year, Irina Shayk went for a totally different approach and opted for Yohji Yamamoto’s ethereal white design.

Hugh Jackman here is attired in Zegna, his wife, Deborah-Lee Furness’s attire I never discovered. As ever, the partners always look blissfully harmonious. Elegant.

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Agnes Chiu, president Entertainment, Condé Nast & Tom Gilmore also attended the Costume Institute Ball. All these notables are here gathered as their outfits’ designers were not readily found anywhere. Look good they did nonetheless.

When you mum is Anna Wintour, you are going to show up. The lovely Bee Corrozzini and filmmaker partner, Francesco were cool, relaxed, adding the wow factor to the evening.

Everyone’s favourite crooner, Josh Groban, who currently stars on Broadway, arrived with Natalie McQueen, tatts and all. He’s marvellously attired… smooth as ever.

Willow Bay & Bob Iger turned up in honour of Karl Lagerfeld. Gosh her gown is next-level fabulous whilst he kept it real in Karl Lagerfeld sneakers.

Kargo Global CEO, Harry Kargman and partner Jill Kargman attended the Costume Institute Ball celebration of Karl Lagerfeld’s creative genius. She looks marvellous.

Condé Nast CEO, Roger Lynch & partner Cathleen Lynch attended this year’s Met Gala. Her dark blue gown is supremely elegant.

Instagram CEO, Adam Mosseri & partner Monica Mosseri graced the evening with their dignified presence. There is a lot of detailing her her dark elegant attired nicely complemented by the black opera gloves.

Grace Murdoch and her mum, Wendi Deng Murdoch attended the affair in beautiful pastel gowns looking ethereal with mum anchored by that exquisite necklace.

Tony-nominated (win it) Wendell Pierce stepped away from starring on Broadway to attend the evening’s Gala. He was joined by the chic, Erika Woods. Good luck, June 11th Mr. Pierce!

Blackstone Group CEO Stephen Schwarzman was accompanied by the shimmering Christine Schwarzman in a gold one-shouldered gown. Glamourous… mais oui!

Charles Shaffer, Anna Wintour’s son and partner Elizabeth Cordry bringing their warm glamour to the ball.

Entertainment executive, Casey Wasserman & partner Jennifer Chandler brought their warmth and glamour to the ball.

Adrienne E. Adams, speaker of the New York City Council attended the ball in a beautiful single shoulder lace affair. Elegant with a most warm beautiful smile.

Dr. Lisa Airan attended in a beautiful yellow flowing gown, radiating her light. Beautiful earrings.

Model Montana Cox breezed through in a minimalist lean black sheath.

She’s just a Broadway Baby! Yeah, Micaela Diamond is coming through that’s who. Currently, on Broadway in Parade, she wore an exquisite lilac gown to the ball.

Vogue & Teen Vogue director, Lisa Love was chic in vintage coat dress attire. Refine.

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Broadway Tony-nominated actor, Jonathan Groff came through with a touch of theatricality to his suit and looked every inch the winner.

Well, of course, Vogue creative editorial director Mark Guiducci would attend the glamourous ball. The white tie was sublime.

Two-time Emmy-nominated E! presenter and Variety executive, Marc Malkin came through and did not disappoint in his red carpet turn at this year’s Met Gala. From the tie, to jacket to nails, he wore dignified iconic style like a pro.

Norwegian billionaire, Gustav Magnar Witzoe must be the obsession of every latter day Andrew Cunanan, working the 1% sugar daddy circuit. Gustav, of course, is a model… no shit! Darling… does it even matter if it is not art?

Karl was many things beyond eccentric and creative genius of he highest order; he was also the godfather to Hudson Kroenig who along with Choupette has inherited the majority of his vast fortune. Sweet and blissful dreams Karl; thank you for having grace this world with your stellar magic. No not adieu, à la prochaine!

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Lewis Nash – Drums

Joe Henderson – Tenor Saxophone

Eddie Henderson – Trumpet, Flugelhorn

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Kenny Garrett – Soprano & Alto Saxophones

Steve Nelson – Vibraphone

This past week, I had the most lucid of dreams; this was decidedly beyond the norm. It was set at the cosy intimate funkiness of the Village Vanguard; this reanimation was, though, set on the astral plane. As in all astral plane-focussed dreams, the basement Jazz club had ridiculously high vaulted ceilings and the ambiance in the place seemed millennia old. Everyone here was of 9 strand DNA heritage and the most refined of souls. I sat at a deuce, alone, nursing a glass of Henny and smoking a decent Cohiba. Onstage the divinely gifted astral plane habitué Mulgrew Miller was alone, playing the most mind-altering Jazz not often heard this side of the dreamtime. I drew on a quickened breath as walking to join me was Merlin; he wore a panama hat and a parrot brooch, both favourites of his and his loose slacks were held in place with suspenders. What was different here, was Merlin looked as he did in the life prior to being reborn in Toronto. In that life, Merlin was born creole (high yellow) in Louisiana and made his way to New York City during the Harlem Renaissance; he was an amateur Jazz musician. He sat, put his arm around me and we kissed; it had been too long since I had felt such quiet ecstasy on kissing a lover most rare. Just like that, I awoke and began flooding my art-filled home with Mulgrew Miller’s Hand in Hand.

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As ever, life is like a flying dream; if you look down, you’re fucked. Enjoy the ride and fear no one!

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Theft of the American Crown Jewels…

These are America’s Crown Jewels.

1. Cambodian Crown Jewels, British Art Dealer 2. Koh-i-Noor Diamond, Imperial State Crown of UK 3. Benin Bronzes, British Museum 4. Elgin Marbles, British Museum

Like the Cambodian Crown Jewels, the Kohinoor, the Benin Bronzes and the Elgin Marbles, the rapacious barbarians of the island kingdom must have them. If it is of value then it is theirs for the taking as it has been for 1.5 millennia, most especially so for the last century with regards American awards and the last half millennium through enslavement of African peoples, the spoils of Apartheid at the dehumanising expense of South Africa’s millennia aged original inhabitants. Justifying that rape and pillage has occurred with a reanimation of Brahminism.

When Will Smith walked onstage at the 94th Academy Awards and slapped Chris Rock; he kicked opened the doors for a sea-change; however, at the time, no one could quite perceive the event for the golden opportunity it actually is. Within days of the shocking event, the violent Black man who to that point had the squeakiest image in Hollywood, at least for a Black man, was dealt with. The Academy board of governors decided to ban Will Smith from appearing at the Oscars for ten years.

Back in the autumn of 1983, Merlin and I were holding up in actor, Joe Morton’s Upper West Side one-bedroom apartment that looked south. It was there that we took vows and became committed to each other until one of us passed… we kept those vows. Joe was off in England filming a television series whilst I nursed an injury caused when in a nasty car crash. We looked at a lot of film from Joe’s library, one of which was Black Orpheus. One evening, Merlin cooked a chicken paprikash and had two other couples over, both Black. There was talk about the Oscars earlier that year and how exciting it was that Louis Gossett Jr. had won best-supporting actor Oscar for An Officer And A Gentleman, which was a landmark first. After dinner and more great sex, we returned to the discussion about the Oscars that year and Hollywood politics. I had failed to see anything exciting about winning a best-supporting actor rather than best actor Oscar. Merlin in his charming way made an analogy after he declared that not in our lifetimes would a Black woman ever win best actress Oscar; Merlin was also just brutality pragmatic and honest that way.

Hollywood, Merlin stating the obvious, was a business of make-believe where one staged the desired outcome. In that sense, Merlin shared it was the greatest propaganda tool. It is a world where reality is made in the image of what those in control, would want it to be; in such a reality, Blacks could never be seen to be triumphant. Merlin then touched on the 1936 Olympics in Berlin where Jesse Owens won four gold medals before the debased terror, Adolf Hitler, thereby shattering his belief and propaganda of a master race that’s superior and always the winner. That event, said Merlin, was a real time event which could not be manipulated to achieve the desired outcome as Hitler would have it. Then, said Merlin, Hollywood and its awards are the antithesis of real time events like the Olympics. In the world of Hollywood, even if nominated, Blacks simply were never going to be allowed to win Oscars, just being nominated was good enough and a show of Hollywood elitists’ largesse. Hollywood said Merlin is a Jewish town, after all, and thus Blacks could never be expected to win Oscars, unlike winning Grammys or even Tonys. Besides, said Merlin, Hollywood elites were obsessed with making it in London society and were in bed with royals and getting to play in the truly big leagues. At the time, that angle escaped me; however, he had made the reference to Ben Kinsley winning best actor Oscar that year for his phenomenal performance in Gandhi which Merlin and I had seen the autumn prior at the Ziegfeld Cinema on West 54th Street at midnight, which I then thought the height of sophistication.

The following afternoon, Shawn Kerwin dropped by whilst we listened to the marathon live matinée broadcast of the Metropolitan Opera Centennial Gala. Shawn had designed the golden rolodex which was on display at Lincoln Center and dropped by as she would soon be designing a play back in Toronto that Merlin would be directing. The concert was mind-blowing; we made more love, napped into evening, made more love and then had dinner in the neighbourhood, came home and talked long into the night after he finished devouring another book. As was customary in those nightly discussions, we revisited the talk of the Oscars. Merlin apologised if he sounded pessimistic but he assured me that not during our lifetimes would a Black woman win best actress Oscar. Alas, that proved true for him and just about true for me; truth be told, if 9/11 had not occurred, Halle Berry would not have won best actress Oscar at the 2002 Oscars.

Along with Will Smith slapping Chris Rock – as well he damn well ought to have, based on the latter’s hideous Netflix special of March 2023 – the unfolding drama of the Sussexes has made total sense of Merlin’s predictions of four decades earlier. I have come to see how Hollywood keeps Black actresses at bay by favouring Britons and other White non-Americans. This is not just a disservice to American cinema but it is also illegal activity. I came to see how in Meghan, Duchess of Sussex’s lynching at the hands of the Prince & Princess of Wales in concert with the Courtesan Queen cast greater insights to what causes the embargo on Black actresses winning a best actress Oscar. William is president of BAFTA which has its only foreign branch in Hollywood, which it dubiously called BAFTA North America – it has nothing to do with Canada and everything to exclusively do with Hollywood.

So why after their wedding and their first royal tour to Canada did William and Catherine, now Prince & Princess of Wales, travel to Los Angeles? As the newly minted president of BAFTA he had to be feted in Hollywood where he was expected to continue the tradition of British film artists, being disproportionately represented and winning at an American awards. They had to continue a relationship begun by Prince Philip in 1959 as first President of BAFTA. As a fledging awards, BAFTA desperately needed the cachet that the Oscars afford; old world Hollywood glamour, worldwide brand recognition and star power that remains unsurpassed.

From Prince Philip 1959 to 1965, the baton was passed on Prince Louis Battenberg (Earl Louis Mountbatten 1966 to 1972, Princess Anne, Princess Royal 1973 to 2001. Next up was Lord Richard Attenborough 2002 to 2010; the current BAFTA president, Prince William, Prince of Wales from 2010 to present.

So with the current BAFTA president, we get Tom Hanks sitting in the royal box at a Aston Villa game and we all know that this football team has been BAFTA president, William’s favourite team since childhood. The day after, Tom’s wife, Rita Wilson, attended the 2023 BAFTA Awards where its President, which is customary, rowed with his hawkish wife, Catherine, Princess of Wales. Another example of influence peddling, Mr. Hanks is a multiple Oscar winner, two-time Oscar winner Michael Douglas and his Welsh wife, Catherine Zeta-Jones live in an apartment at St. James’s Palace. Again, Oscar winners are favoured and you can bet that these American Oscar winners have been afforded honorary membership in members clubs like Annabel’s as part of the influence peddling as the BAFTA president hobnobs with Hollywood movers and shakers, in a bid to secure work and Oscar nominations for Britons working in Hollywood.

Well, if the angry Black male, Will Smith, is going to be censored for disrupting the Oscar telecast then Tom Hanks and the Douglas Zeta-Joneses should lose their Oscar vote for clearly engaging in influence peddling with the president of BAFTA. The Windsors are notorious for engaging in sketchy business deals, what with the now King Charles III, taking bags of cash from Saudi members of the Bin Laden family. There would also be nothing to stop William and his predecessors from engaging in accommodating Hollywood A listers for the sake of securing nominations for Britons at what is an American awards, the Oscars; of course, in keeping with all that elbow rubbing offered by royals, the Tonys, Grammys and Emmys will gladly favour British talent. It is not America’s responsibility to provide work for British actors and industry professionals. With a population five times as large as the UK’s, there is clearly a dearth of talent out there, such that America never needs to go courting or employing Britons over Americans. And that it is all about influence peddling and getting to hobnob with royals, where do you see Americans favouring Canadian talent, which relative to UK’s is considerable with a population twice as large as Canada’s should see more Canadian actors being nominated and winning Oscars all this time.

1. The Great Ziegfeld Luise Rainer, 1936 2. The Good Earth Luise Rainer, 1937 3. Gone With The Wind Vivien Leigh, 1939 4. Suspicion Joan Fontaine, 1941 5. Mrs. Miniver Greer Garson, 1942 6. To Each His Own Olivia de Havilland, 1946 7. The Heiress Olivia de Havilland, 1949 8. A Streetcar Named Desire Vivien Leigh, 1951 9. Butterfield 8 Elizabeth Taylor, 1960 10. Mary Poppins Julie Andrews, 1964

Just look at this, 20 best actress Oscars afforded British actresses for an American award.

11. Darling Julie Christie, 1965 12. Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf Elizabeth Taylor, 1966 13. The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie Maggie Smith, 1969 14. Women in Love Glenda Jackson, 1970 15. A Touch of Class Glenda Jackson, 1973 16. Driving Miss Daisy Jessica Tandy, 1989 17. Howards End Emma Thompson, 1992 18. The Queen Helen Mirren, 2006 19. The Reader Kate Winslet, 2008 20. The Favourite Olivia Colman, 2018

Naturally, with the House of Windsor involved, acquiring Oscars is infinitely easier accomplished than trying to spirit the great pyramids of Giza to London, which if it were possible, there’d likely be one at the expanded forecourt of the British Museum, one on The Regent’s Park and the other in Hyde Park. Obviously, Princess Anne’s tenure as BAFTA president likely saw her innate disdain for Yanks and general arrogance rule, which resulted in little return on investment. The same was true when Louis Mountbatten was BAFTA president. Of course, with Woody Allen, Steven Spielberg on Epstein’s flight manifests and Roman Polanski being too ‘special’ to prosecute, Old Dickie was in his element in Hollywood. Let’s face it, the IRA had nothing to do with Mountbatten’s explosive demise, born 25.6.1900 Year of the Rat, as ever numbers never lie. 7.4.5 = 7. Two 7s and a 5 alluding to sexual scandal; one or more 7s especially if one is placed in the fourth position, will indicate assassination of a public figure. In Mountbatten’s case, the poor villagers were sick of their sons being preyed on by a known paedophile and that was that.

1. Amorous Prince David, Prince of Wales & Earl Mountbatten in India. 2. David & Louis frolicking in Hawaii. 3. David & Louis playing. 4. Prince Charles, Prince of Wales & Earl Mountbatten. 5. Charles & Mountbatten. 6. Prince Charles, Prince of Wales & Jimmy Savile. 7. Gary Glitter. 8. Jimmy Savile & Gary Glitter. 9. Steven Spielberg & BAFTA President, Richard Attenborough. 10. Steven Spielberg & Harvey Weinstein. 11. Jeffrey Epstein, Prince Andrew, Duke of York, Woody Allen, Bill Clinton & Donald Trump. 12. Prince Andrew & Jeffrey Epstein. 13. Jeffrey Epstein & Donald Trump. 14. Prince Charles & Equerry Jonathan Thompson. 14 Prince Charles & Valet Michael Fawcett.

Prince Louis of Battenberg aka Earl Louis Mountbatten was human and it would certainly not have been the first time that persons associated with the House of Windsor, have had a preference for minor meat or favoured paedophiles. Sexual predators who are deemed untouchable for being of royal, Queer or Jewish persuasion rule a town called Hollywood and you can bet your bottom dollar that there is no room in their worldview for Black actresses being worthy enough for best actress Oscars. I’ll always remember going to an Upper West Side dinner party in winter 1983 whilst Merlin was in Toronto, working on Fraggle Rock with Jim Henson and talk of Hollywood came up. I was with a dancer who was transitioning to the world of fashion and design and successfully at that. Before then, he had lived for a couple of years with a famous actor in Hollywood; he hated having a sugar daddy so returned to New York. Aaron, who was great fun, died too young of AIDS but I’ll always remember his assessment of Hollywood: the world’s most exclusive escort service successfully masquerading as an entertainment business. “It is nothing more than Mecca if you are a sexual predator.” Two others at that dinner party wholeheartedly agreed with Aaron’s perception. Aaron had the thickest cock I have yet in all my years seen; thankfully, he happened to have been the most aggressive bottom yet encountered.

Indeed, what Merlin implied by not in our lifetimes, would there be a Black best actress Oscar winner, is that the Oscar is the penultimate icon of White female exclusivity and superiority. It is the most racist iconography in American culture. It is also tied to the UK Royal family in a display of American inferiority complex after having fought a war to be rid of Britons and their monarchy. Especially sobering is the fact that the very President of BAFTA, Prince William, Prince of Wales has been outed in his brother, Prince Harry’s phenomenal royal memoir, SPARE, as being the leader of the racially predatory campaign of harassment, mental, emotional and likely physical abuse, all of which was glaringly accomplished with the tacit collusion of the Fleet Street abattoirs and persons like Princess Michael of Kent who happens to be the mother of the Prince’s known closest royal friend, Lord Frederick Windsor.

Meghan, an American actress has been treated like absolute filth, yet no one in Hollywood has spoken up in her defence. Meghan’s articulateness and impeccable social skills are seen as reasons enough to resent the ‘Yank’. Moreover, Meghan is that most unacceptable of propositions not just to the British royal family but to the very core of its collective consciousness, Meghan is Black and descended of slaves of which no nation profited more mightily from the enslavement of displaced Black Africans than the British and its royal family. Of course, Hollywood does not care to get involved because the only sanctioned troubled history that is celebrated by the Academy, is the pain, struggle of Jews in Europe which resulted in the Holocaust. For that reason, it is almost an existential threat to the Academy and Hollywood’s sense of self and entitlement to ever have to acknowledge Black American history in America cinema. Indeed, Hollywood has never even done more than exploit the indigenous American population’s rape and pillage of culture and genocide of a people, because as with Black Americans, it would prove more worthy of American cinematic focus for obvious historic reasons than sectarian European history.

Anything and anyone who remotely threatens Hollywood’s sense of self and its agendum of focussing almost exclusively on the Holocaust with respect to what is deemed disturbing history and worthy of being focussed on and highlighted, is simply cancelled. Good god, look at Tom Cruise in what clearly is sectarian bias, no matter how much of a box office champ and how compelling his acting chops have been, an Oscar continues to elude him. Apart from his blockbuster actions films, all of them, what I love about Tom Cruise is how exquisitely he captures young soul angst with his acting. From Rain Man (1988), to Jerry Maguire (1996) or the exquisitely cinematic, Eyes Wide Shut (1999) the man’s a brilliant actor and no one but a young soul would so daringly do his own stunts in film after film after action film. All this deliberate denial because he is a Scientologist; just imagine if Jews were being so targeted and overlooked by the Academy but there it is in bold, unmistakable reality.

Similarly, James Cameron, a Canadian, is simply not great enough of be imbued with genius such that his towering greatness must be celebrated. In 2009, that society that serves as a paragon of racialised superior consciousness (Britain) and arrogantly so, did not award a single BAFTA to James Cameron’s 1997 film, Titanic though receiving 10 nominations. In America that year with 14 nominations, Titanic was awarded 11 Oscars. As far as Britons are concerned, it is not a British film, therefore they do not care and their grudge and disdain for ‘Yanks’ is all the more reason why Titanic was shut out of the BAFTAs. How is this even possible when there was a direct involvement with Britain with this very real and ground-breaking film? The Titanic did set sail from Britain for America; Britons were lost at sea when the Titanic sank.

Not wanting to seem like an afterthought and god forbid a third-tier awards, on taking over as BAFTA president, Richard Attenborough had the awards moved up to February, post Oscars April or May, thereby preceding the Oscars. This afforded the BAFTAs cachet as they were seen as a forerunner of how the Oscar winners would be determined. In a bid to maintain relevance and continue its role of influence peddling in an American industry, BAFTA has set up a wing in Beverly Hills and had the balls to call it the North American wing; leave Canada out of your influence peddling racket, the objective is to influence the Oscar nominations and winners. Of course, in turn Oscar winners find themselves being afforded the exclusivity of the royal treatment as with Tom Hanks at the Aston Villa game on the eve of the 2023 BAFTAs and Oscar winners Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta-Jones being allowed to live in an apartment at St. James’s Palace. So that no one should go getting ideas, she is a Briton and he, of course, is Jewish Hollywood royalty and it certainly would not be extended beyond such persons. Certainly, not when the current BAFTA president and his wife and known anti-Black racists.

Thanks to Britons’ gross sense of entitlement and flagrant superiority complex, they do not care what the world thinks. Their awards criteria and their members decide who is deserving of winning a British award and you can bet it won’t be a damn Yank. From Beyoncé being snubbed at the Grammys in favour of Harry Styles then having the Brit Awards favour Harry Styles over anyone else. This fruity little drip regardless how flagrantly he swishes his AMS (arse-munching ‘stache) and cross-dresses, above all else, he is a White male and he will not be ridiculed by radio DJs the world over. I’ll always remember my proud First Nations brief lover whilst at a pow wow in Merritt, B.C. saying, “Gay people are first and always White people… people like you and me do not count at the end of the day.” Sage words indeed. Look at this silly photo of the flagrant little industry-used manwhore, I am reminded of the swell little, ridiculously hysterical French-Canadian actor friend of Merlin’s. From the moment we met, it was evident that it was merely a matter of time before we would be carrying on like gibbons en chaleur. A friend of his had approached Merlin and asked if I would step in for him whilst he covered elsewhere for someone whose lover was severely ill and dying of AIDS. It was supposed to have lasted all of two, at the most, six weeks.

Standing in for a friend of Merlin’s, dressing on Cats at the Elgin Theatre, was a memorable experience because Jean-François and I would be sharing the same floor backstage as the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical printed money like it was going out of style. Post intermission, JF and I would have the most fun. As all theatre folk are predominantly sage souls, which he was, he was entertainingly witty and given to reciting dialogue from a range of Bette Davis films. Mostly, Lauri whose wife also did wigs and makeup was fun to be around as JF and I carried on. One Wednesday, after matinée performance, JF and I returned to the theatre off the Victoria Street tech entrance. We had just rushed down from the top of the street where it dead ends into Ryerson Polytechnic Institute, which now goes by whatever name du jour – Toronto Metropolitan University. As we returned, we were laughing hysterically which Lauri with a sly wink declared, he could well imagine what trouble we’d been up to. Truth be told, we were detained by aggressive security as JF, Toronto Dance Theatre dancer René Highway who was a lover of Merlin’s who preceded me by at least two others, actor Denis Simpson of TV’s Polka Dot Door were caught in a stall together being riotously salacious. Little did I know that as I banged on the side of the stall, “Oh fuck yeah, put your fucking tongue right there!” there was a security guard in the stall next door spying on us. His radio went off, giving away the plot and to prevent my raucous laughter, Denis began aggressively kissing me. The damage was done though, because before we could scramble out of there, the security guard’s colleague had come to join him as he braced himself against the door in an attempt to have us detained. In no mood to be messed with, I grabbed JF’s half finished Styrofoam cup of coffee and tossed it over the stall door onto the killjoy guard. Though we tried to bolt, his backup had locked us inside. Denis copped hauteur and feigning outrage, demanded to be let out at once as he had nothing to do with any of this. The cheek! Tall, imposingly debonair, just like that Denis abandoned us with René, who never said more than two words at any given time, slithering out with Denis. Merlin said of René, you have a great fuck then afterwards, there’s nothing there; simply no signs of intellect. You can bet your bottom dollar, I howled at his assessment. After too much silly cop-playing nonsense, JF and I were released and told to never set foot on the campus again… as fucking if.

Stage left alcove with Lauri close by, JF fell to his knees, doing a deadpan Bette Davis impersonation from Jezebel, “Arvin. Arvin, I’m on my knees… I’m pleading to you…” All the while he kept looking from my crotch to my face his eyes large and yearning whilst suggestively licking his lips; Lauri’s laughter in the corner almost drowned out the caterwauling coming from onstage. Next, it was my turn to be witty, removing the band that gathered my recently permed hair, my Bette Davis rebuttal came from Cabin in the Cotton as I giggled and replied, “Well, of course, I’d love to hogtie and fuck you silly but I just permed my hair… bye now.” Turning, I made towards Lauri in the alcove whose laughter was continuous and just then, JF put his hand in my hair, making it an unruly mess. With that, he took off rushing to the back and through the door onto Victoria Street with me giving spirited chase. As it was the mid-1980s the street was a darkened affair with the foreboding sight of St. Michael’s Hospital across on the east side of the street. Facing north on the west side on the street, JF squatted on the kerb and began offering his arse whilst I grabbed his hips and soon we both dissolved in laughter, working off the stress from being earlier held hostage by aggressive security up the street.

Of course, today Victoria Street is no longer a deserted affair after dark. Last year, Massey Hall at the southwest corner of Shuter and Victoria streets reopened after 190$m renovations. Of course, it is just in time for the 70th anniversary of the most phenomenal live Jazz concert recording with the famous ‘Salt Peanuts’ performance. To Massey Hall’s rear and half a block down Victoria Street is the back of the Elgin Theatre. The 60-storey Massy Tower condominiums sit on the east side of Yonge Street and two doors north of the Elgin Theatre’s marquee between Queen Street East to the south and Shuter to the north. Jean-François was devastatingly funny and vulgarly laughed at everyone and everything; he was as intimidating as he was diminutive. He favoured me as ours was a physical relationship that was purely fraternal and nothing more than robust, healthy sexual play.

A couple of years after Merlin’s passing, I was then habituated in the Beaches, one of Toronto’s more glorious neighbourhoods which, like Moore Park, is lorded over by the tallest oaks, and bordered to the south by the boardwalk, beach and Lake Ontario beyond, which proves a putrid malodorous cocktail in springtime. The Beaches’ high street is Queen Street East with its noisy 501 streetcars; I then lived just beyond the end of the Queen streetcar loop at Neville Park on the south side of Queen. To the north the Upper Beaches was the tonier part of the neighbourhood with the most commanding views of the city and lake beyond or below. I really loved living there. About that time, in 1991, I received a call with news of Jean-François. I had last seen JF a couple of months earlier as he came by and visited but we didn’t have sex; Merlin was dead of AIDS, which meant that I had unredeemably become perished fruit. Years earlier when we had just moved to Cabbagetown’s 20 Amelia Street, JF dropped by unannounced whilst we visited with chef Gary Martin who was a source of playful raucous man-loving. Having heard about me JF came calling, whilst we visited in the back garden, Merlin cock-sucking a joint, Gary sharing on it, JF lit up a cigarette and offered it as he tried charming me; grabbing his hand at the wrist, I elegantly moved the cigarette away and coolly stated fact, “Sorry, I never suck on anything less than nine and a half inches… ever.” Jean-François tossed his head back and roared and declared that he was besotted. Gary cooked yet another sublime dinner and after, Merlin continued enjoying a joint whilst onlooking at me ploughing Gary who always had to have the large mirror in the hall on the floor to look at himself being ploughed right; Jean-François leapt in and kept his faced hungrily buried between my pumping buttocks.

Luckily, in a big city, you can nicely experience a new incarnation which has positively nothing to do with your previous existence. Soon enough, lovers aplenty were de rigueur and I began exploring my true metier, the world of S&M. For Jean-François, in a bid not to become HIV-infected, he began going after barely legal youth, freshly arrived in the big city and on the make, whom he enticed with his snazzy motorcycle. So it was as JF brought home a couple of straight boys to his lovely apartment above a drugstore along Eglinton Avenue West just west of Upper Forest Hill, his couple of tricks stole his sporty motorcycle after murdering him, cutting off his cock and sticking it into the gash of his slit throat. There unsurprisingly was blood everywhere and my response on hearing the news of JF’s demise, was to have done as he would have, “Well thank god those fucking forensic guys carry a tweezer in their toolbox…” a quip at JF’s tiny, boyish cock. The laughter the friend and I roared, was a fitting tribute to JF and also the only way to have responded to such shocking news of such a violent passing… Jean-François honestly would have appreciated the humour of the situation.

So there was the BAFTA President, Prince William, Prince of Wales with his combustible wife kitted out in her ‘fist-me-now’ black opera gloves, onlooking as Cate Blanchett won best actress BAFTA for TAR, a film which frankly is much ado about fuck-all. It is about her iconic whiteness – her blondness and blue-eyed superiority which is what the Oscars are about; however, when it comes to best actress the BAFTAs afforded the royal seal of approval. Thus Michelle Yeoh sat there at Royal Festival Hall and watched Cate win best actress BAFTA and that was that. Britons do not give a damn; besides, they are royals and all that, never mind that that blasted uncouth boor will break protocol more frequently than a duck shitting, lui même Madame Plotte-Visage, the Courtesan Queen – more of that later.

1. Kerry Condon 2. Dolly De Leon 3. Carey Mulligan 4. Angela Bassett 5. Hong Chau 6. Jamie Lee Curtis

So the BAFTAs decide that this is a good enough field for best supporting actress BAFTAs 2023. Of course, Kerry Condon is not a Yank and is close to being British for being Irish and that’s that. In this pre-Oscars awards, both Angela Bassett and Jamie Lee Curtis were passed over.

1. Cate Blanchett. 2. Viola Davis 3. Michelle Yeoh 4. Danielle Deadwyler 5. Emma Thompson 6. Ana de Armas

With the Oscars, Cate Blanchett who had been favoured was defeated by Michelle Yeoh. Of course, though much was made of Angela Bassett being a sore loser to Jamie Lee Curtis for the best supporting actress Oscar, Jamie Lee won it for two reasons, she is second generation member of a Hollywood acting dynasty; more importantly, she is Jewish and in Hollywood that trumps everything else. With Michelle Yeoh’s historic win, no one dare levelled accusations that it was mere tokenism or some woke agendum.

1. Ana de Armas 2. Andrea Riseborough 3. Cate Blanchett 4. Michelle Williams 5. Michelle Yeoh

For that matter, there was no talk anywhere of Cate Blanchett having been cheated out of her rightful best actress Oscar award. Naturally, the argument is that Black actresses are just not good enough or worthy enough to be cinematically lauded. Of course, Angela Bassett, Viola Davis and Danielle Deadwyler, in the case of the latter two, they portrayed not just strong Black women but they were also historical figures. This for Hollywood is wholly unacceptable; American history simply cannot expand to cinematically include African Americans. What’s more, avoiding American history at all costs is preferable, this explains why a film like Everything, Everywhere All At Once fared so well at the Oscars, it had positively nothing to do with American history and did not in any way threaten what Hollywood deems the only history worthy of being cinematically celebrated by the Oscars. As the saying goes, in Hollywood – the land of make believe, Shoah business is the only American history worth celebrating… cartographers be damned. And unlike the unpredictability of Jesse Owens’ performance before Hitler in 1936, Hollywood does not do real-time events. Hollywood as 1968’s best actress Oscar tie validated, is about manipulating reality to serve its need and one’s heroic place within the culture: better than, special, innately entitled.

Broadway Actor, Audra McDonald

Though Hollywood would like to keep Black actresses oppressed and give the impression that they are not capable of commanding the screen and thus not deserving of Oscars for best actress, that is all challenged by the fact that Audra McDonald, is the most decorated leading actress on Broadway in its history with 6 Tony awards. Naturally, if Audra were an actress in Hollywood, she would never have been considered for any Oscar nomination above supporting actress. Hell, even Viola Davis won best supporting actress Oscar for a role which was always a lead on Broadway and won a Tony award in that category for the play adapted to film, Fences.

Halle Berry Best Actress Oscar Acceptance Speech 74th Academy Awards, 2002

Just look at how Briton, Helen Mirren looks on at Halle Berry during her best actress Oscar acceptance speech in 2002. She was clearly displeased and thought that the award ought not to have gone to some Black upstart, who was making some ridiculous ‘race’ speech or other. There, too, was that blasted little garden gnome whom we know is a favoured inner circle member at the court of the ugly-no-blasted-motherfuck Courtesan Queen, who has time and again made no effort to hide her disinterest in the otiose Persons of Colour the world over.

Maori Dancers Performing Haka at Commonwealth Service, Westminster Abbey, 2023

Just look at the way she walked past the barefooted Maori celebrants outside Westminster Abbey at the Commonwealth Day Service, 2023. It was heart-warming to see the Duchess of Edinburgh bump her left shoulder into HM King Charles III’s right shoulder and humour him as he clearly needed to be pulled away from the displeasure, he no doubt would have been experiencing for being born in the Year of the Rat and disrespected by that blasted Couchon, who has been unrelentingly wrecking the House of Windsor for near half a century. The damage ‘Ugly Duchess’ continues doing to HLM Queen Elizabeth II’s 70-year legacy, is incalculable.

Perception Is All.

The video above is of French colonials in the then French colony of Vietnam. That was in 1900, not 1900 years ago or 19,000 years ago. In less than 6 generations tribal perceptions change little. This is how the White tribe perceives non-Whites with varying degrees of scorn and animus. What most Whites have had to do, is aggressively adapt such that this primal perception of their place in the scheme of things, is deeply guarded, camouflaged and made to seem irrelevant. Of course, the power of the gun assures them that this sense of self and place in the scheme of things are little challenged.

Indeed, the House of Windsor has been possessed of this entrenched sense of self and place, in its most recent incarnation, since the reign of Queen Victoria. The two White females tossing grain and coins at the ‘natives’ in Vietnam, were contemporaries of Queen Victoria’s, whose misogynoir was emulated and upheld by Queen Mary who groomed both Queen Elizabeth, Queen Mother and HLM Queen Elizabeth II.

Queen Elizabeth II Sharing Racist Anecdote

One should not be surprised at the Queen’s 1969 documentary in which she tells a racist joke, to which Charles heartily laughed. Charles’s heir, rather than son, Peggalicious & Fisted is an avowed anti-Black racist; of course, so too is the Courtesan Queen, who has made no bones about giving no fucks about the otiose little non-White peoples.

Royal Tour 2019: St. Kitts & Nevis, St. Vincent, Grenada, St. Lucia & Barbados

The four minute mark of the above video and on their arrival in St. Vincent, Camilla carries her trusty parapluie and to make sure that she doesn’t have to shake any of the ‘natives’ hands, she carries a handbag in the free hand. This woman is a right piece of work and a true heir of the French colonials tossing grain and coins at the Vietnamese.

Just look at her! Couchon…

The infamous open ridicule of Inuit throat singers, causing Governor-General Johnston to look at her as though she were a lunatic from Mars will not soon be forgotten.

Just Look at the Old Kook; Always Looking As Though She Just Fell Off Her Broom

Her most recent I’ve-no-fucks-left-to-give moment: 2023 Commonwealth Service at Westminster Abbey. She just walked past the irrelevant persons of colour and of course compensatorilly clutched her hat as though it were Dorothy’s cabin about to take off; as if she’s not always got a broom to hand.

1. Norma Shearer 1930 2. Luise Rainer 1936 & 1937 3. Judy Holliday 1950 4. Simone Signoret 1959 5. Elizabeth Taylor 1960 & 1966 6. Barbra Streisand 1968 7. Marlee Matlin 1986 8. Helen Hunt 1997 9. Gwyneth Paltrow 10. Natalie Portman

There is much that you can glean from the line up of the best actress Oscar winners above. They are an insight into where power lies in Hollywood and one should never be mistaken about that. This power block is whom, much like the two French colonials in 1900 decide what pittance Blacks in American cinema receive. Of course, had 9/11 never occurred, there would have been no need for Halle Berry to have won best actress Oscar in 2002. This was hastily done as there was great fear that if terrorism were to become de rigueur, a guaranteed weekly affair across America, one would need to lay low and not provoke wrath from the American public at large. Of course, by the 76th Oscars two years later, there was no such threat and it has been back to the norm of Black actresses chances of winning best actress Oscar decidedly negligible.

How Like French Colonials in Vietnam, One Tosses A Best Supporting Actress to A Black Actress Now and Again

That Hollywood does not have two fucks to give what it looks like, was validated when in 1968, it was speciously alleged that there was a tie and just as with Gwyneth’s Cinderella Oscar, so too was Barbra Streisand awarded an Oscar because one can and did. Obviously, it is not a question of Black actresses not having acting chops, deserving of best actress Oscar, just as with the French colonials of 1900 Vietnam, Hollywood’s elite have long decided that Black actresses are not deserving of any such accolade; goddamn it, they are just not people enough. Goodness, that would make them more than maids, whores, junkies and dumbasses.

Hollywood as throughout human history, is just another society with its various strata and the one stratum that gets you lifetime membership at LouLou’s, Annabel’s and Maison Estelle is the one that sees you awarded best actress. In the case of best actor Oscar that’ll get you membership at Mark’s, Harry’s and Oswald’s. Alas, Black women need not dream; as Meghan has validated, Black actresses are the one group of actresses who are most undesirable whether for senior royal status or Hollywood’s ruling elite. Don’t ever fool yourself into thinking that Hollywood’s elite are a liberal bunch; they are the most vile, racist, royal sycophants on the planet – this is why Oscar winners Catherine Zeta-Jones and Michael Douglas live in an apartment at St. James’s Palace. They have wanted in, have gotten in and it’ll all culminate with Prince George marrying a nice Jewish girl – actress or otherwise. It will happen; in the meantime, they – royals and Hollywood elites – have seen to it that Meghan’s Cinderella moment could be undone and how handsomely they toiled and won. It’s a perfect business arrangement, Hollywood wants the exclusivity of royal sanction and access and for the royals and their shitty, third tier BAFTA awards, Brits get Oscars in return for preferred Hollywood elites sitting in the royal box at an Aston Villa game, living at St. James’s Palace and everything else in between, including all the minor meat they favour.

Hell, what’s all that to Harry and Meghan; they’ve got each other and are growing richer in spades with every venture they explore. Meanwhile, when the Pegged & Fisted Bourbon bastard finally gets a divorce, the inarticulate Edward Gorey silent era ingenue will draw on her coalminer pedigree and go full Jerry Springer on the House of Windsor. No Sir, Catherine will not go quietly and doe-eyed like her mother-in-law, Diana, Princess of Wales did. She will fight dirty and shake up the pantomime in ways that not even Hollywood could fathom.

Whether Emmy Awards, Grammy Awards, Oscar Awards or Tony Awards (EGOTs), American awards are about celebrating American culture with the able contribution of American actors and artisans being cited. Clearly, as demonstrated by repeated instances mentioned herein this blog, there is a clear-cut case of influence peddling on the part of the Presidents of BAFTA past and present, resulting in examples cited, be it Michael Douglas & Catherine Zeta-Jones Oscar winners living in an apartment at St. James’s Palace to fellow Oscar winner Tom Hanks, being afforded VIP access to Aston Villa matches. If indeed Armenian-Americans were the most powerful group in Hollywood, American Cinema, then there would doubtless be greater inclusivity and all American actresses being celebrated for their work. Indeed, all aspects of American culture would be celebrated in such a paradigm. As is obvious from Viola Davis winning a best supporting actress Oscar for a role which is a leading role, clearly there is a validated case of discrimination and double-standards at play.

Warriors of the High Country

Oil on Canvas

24 x 20

©2008 James Ayers

American cinema has to reflect American culture in all its pandimensionality and this is not the case. From the number of British and Jewish actresses who have won best actress Oscars relative to Black and Hispanic/Latina American, there is a definite case for legally challenging the discriminatory practices of the status quo. When is there going to be a film about the human drama that unfolded as a result of the terror attacks on 9/11? When are there going to be historically accurate films, telling the story of Indigenous Americans sacrifices and genocide. Heroic films from varying perspectives have yet to be made that dealt with the human costs of the American civil war. It is incumbent on the actors unions and others in the industry to challenge this discriminatory practice by way of legal action, ACLU, class action lawsuits, hearings in congress and legal action going all the way to the United States Supreme Court. The exclusion of Viola Davis or Danielle Deadwyler at the 95th Oscars is a clear example when they were passed over in favour of a British actress, Andrea Riseborough who appeared in a utterly dismissible film and performance about which no one knew a damn thing. Two Black actresses were passed over at the Oscar nominations for very strong roles where at the BAFTAs they were celebrated by being nominated.

If any practice is an insult to intellect, demonstrates influence peddling and proves a clear-cut case of discrimination based on race and or gender then there is no dearth of lawyers in America, who cannot take on an American actors union class action suit to address and correct so glaring an ugly case of racism in America, to say nothing of that decades long practice being an injustice. Hollywood elites do not fill movie theatres, nor for that matter do Britons seeing American films lead to blockbuster box office results… Americans do! Unlike the Festival International du Film Cannes and Toronto International Film Festival, the Academy Awards, despite tacking on international to the name, is not an international film festival. Furthermore, the Academy Awards are an American film awards and not obliged to be featuring and awarding prizes to Britons as the awards have become. If you want an Oscar then damn well choose to reincarnate an American. Period. Just as if you want to be elected American President, the onus is on you to choose to reincarnate an American born citizen. The House of Windsor has no right to be wielding influence on the Oscars or any other aspect of American society; a damn war was fought and won about being bullied and over-lorded by Britons and their royals. If this is not challenged in due course, the problem of Black actresses being passed over in favour will endure for the foreseeable decades of this century and well into the next. Of course, if Blacks protest this, Hollywood’s elites in collusion with the British royals will simply see to it that all many of non-Black non-Whites will suddenly be favoured and awarded Oscars.

Brits Are Not Played Off At An American Awards, Or Are the Academy Awards Exclusively An American Awards?

Darling, the rules are very clear; if you don’t like Black people, fuck you!

Samara Joy live in NYC [full concert] | Trinity Church Wall Street | Nov 8, 2022

Samara Joy – Vocals

Ben Paterson – Piano

Felix Moseholm – Bass

Evan Sherman – Drums

At long last, a griot of the highest order has incarnated among us; long live Black high art, Jazz!

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As ever, life is like a flying dream; if you look down, you’re fucked. Enjoy the ride and fear no one!

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©2013-2025 Arvin da Brgha. All Rights Reserved.

You’re Not A Spare; You’re Harry, King of Hearts. SPARE Book Review

Prince Henry, Duke of Sussex, King of Hearts!

Prince Harry, Duke of Sussex on Late Show with Stephen Colbert Promoting SPARE

Whenever I travel to a city, I always stay within close distance to a crystal store. I want to be exposed to their vibration and thereby harmonise with that city’s groove. In November 2018 when in town for the 100th anniversary of Armistice Day and Royal Ballet’s production of La Bayadère, I stayed at a hotel in Russell Square so that I could be in walking distance to the British Museum, Covent Garden. I got to the Astrology Shop in Covent Garden and took my time, trying to find a couple of crystals that I could keep in my pockets at all times. Besides, the best most fragrant sagebrush can be found at the Astrology Shop. The day of the Remembrance Ceremony, I stood just to the right of the Cenotaph and opposite the balcony where eventually Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex stood with the German President’s wife. I wanted to be there because I knew that HLM Queen Elizabeth II, looking at the state of those canker sores on her shins, was not much longer for this world.

Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex Remembrance Ceremony, 2018

Standing there, at times I had to reach into each pant pocket and clutch the crystal therein after the vile hateful remarks of positively everyone about me made of Harry’s wife, Meghan, before she and the rest of the royal party came to those three balconies. There were times when for sending focussed light energy directly to Meghan to protect from the island kingdom’s racially predatory, hateful focus, the crystals actually became warm in each palm. I was exhausted at the end of the ceremony, eventually making my way to the Queen’s Gallery at Buckingham Palace and taking in a beautiful exhibition that celebrated Queen Victoria’s empire building family, not before the most hilarious cab ride.

The beauty of Prince Harry’s book is that it so undisputedly validates what I have expounded all along about the major royal principals, based chiefly on their numerology. Yes, of course, I have also relied on their Michael Overleaves; however, what I have never done is focussed on their astrology, which is often not remotely accurate. The truly leonine person, for example, is not someone born with the Sun in leo but someone with the Moon in Leo, though, that is obviously possible. Though a Leo, my Sagittarian Moon is a more accurate insight to my emotional makeup than anything else. That aside, the numerology, which never lies, is the real measure of any person’s true character.

Princess Eugenie & Jack Brooksbank at Pippa Middleton’s May 2017 wedding

When initially the Telegraph’s royal reporter, Camilla Tominey speciously reported that Meghan had made Catherine cry, I knew after a quick review of the principals’ numerology that it was a lie. Clearly, the church guests rule was specifically intended to ban Meghan from attending the church portion of the Middleton-Matthews wedding. If Meghan were seen attending the church service then both Catherine and Pippa would readily have been eclipsed. This was an early example of specious and wholly arbitrary rules employed to keep the Yank, the Black Yank, out of the picture.

As Prince Harry, King of Hearts, has poignantly documented in SPARE, the truth, his and Meghan’s had to be revealed to show the extent to which the Waleses’ monstrosity was being protected by the Fleet Street abattoirs. How could these Britons realistically think that they could dismiss a ‘Yank’ in their midst and it not get out. It is not the age of steamships and telegrams. Everything is out there. What the senior royals and their Fleet Street abattoir hacks did not envision, was Henry & Meghan walking.

Obviously, the book is hands down a winner! Here are my takeaways. As to why Harry was so self-revelatory; this has always been one big high stakes PR game. In revealing chatter about his todger and drug use, he readily squashed any potential of the tabloids coming out and releasing this to eclipse his book and, as it were, shame Prince Harry. The most hysterical thing for me was when I was called by a friend and asked if that was a lucid dream that Harry was having when staying at Courtney Cox’s place. That provided a good laugh as I assured him that he was talking about the effects of doing drugs at the party but since nothing less than 9.5 inches ever goes in my mouth and I’ve never done drugs, it had to have been about a drug trip but what drugs I hadn’t a clue. Certainly, dreams don’t go there as in that experience that Harry described.

Young Virgin Auto-Sodomized by the Horns of Her Own Chastity Oil on Canvas 1954 Salvador Ali

Sometimes, what passes for reality is truly as though a bad drug experience. Though I lived at 380 Assiniboine Avenue’s Bessborough apartments in Winnipeg, I spent evenings from time to time at Arjun’s tiny apartment on Broadway Avenue. One afternoon, in the midst of winter as I walked home in shoes and socks that were soaked with loud-smelling piss, he had pulled up, and offered me a ride; it’s too cold to be on foot, he negotiated with the warmest smile that matched his large, light brown eyes. He truly was a godsend. I got in hardly able to walk and he thought that I had injured myself; my shoes and socks were frozen to my feet. Someone, though, I had a pretty good suspicion who it was, pissed into my locker with the grated wire door and into my socks and shoes. This only ever occurred when there were snow squalls and the temperatures well below -30°C with the wind chill. He drove a cab for extra cash as he struggled post divorce. Arjun was horrified when he saw my swollen, frozen feet with socks and shoes hard to remove. He made a mean curry chicken and after he would give me a beautiful massage after having tied me off and performed the most maddeningly slow, warm-oiled manual massage to climax whilst we sat opposite each other, naked on dining room chairs. Most of all, Arjun taught me numerology; he felt it was necessary as he discovered that I had master number 11. I always recalled him saying that my little accidents at the Royal Winnipeg Ballet school whenever it heavily snowed was like a bad dream. Faithfully, as promised, he was always there waiting for me outside when it snowed and was bitterly cold as I emerged in piss-soaked socks and shoes. The moment that I saw Princess Michael of Kent in that blackamoor brooch, I became a staunch supporter of Meghan’s. I knew what harrowing put-through it was to be a lone Black, entering into what is a traditionally all-White institution, an institution which after having amassed fantastic wealth from the enslavement of Black Africans could not be expected to be anything but racially hostile to Blacks, which has been most focussed in William and his wife, Catherine.

Standing there at the Cenotaph in November, 2018, and seeing HM The Queen for the last time, I was keenly reminded of how important it was to support Meghan. First hand, from all the people around me, who said the most vile hateful things, all I could do was visualise. Holding on to those crystals, I sent her light energy from the crystals, to enlighten and protect her from the hateful maelstrom being directed her way. As the ceremony endured, I thought of that energy being used to replenish the bile being projected onto her which I then drew away and had the plane trees on either side of me absorb, send to their roots to have it eaten, cleansed and returned from the warm earth, travelling to me via the plane trees’ crowns and the cycle perpetuated. There was no way that Meghan would not have been the focussed campaign of rejection and racial animus from William and Catherine for both being possessed of 9 in their numerology.

Too, it was good to have gotten a thorough appreciation of warrior soul, Prince Harry’s time in the combat zone. He was as soldier who had performed in the war theatre and had survived. Harry needed to have devoted the second of three parts of his inspiring memoir to his military service as a way to present himself to his newly adopted homeland, America.

Above all else, Americans respect veterans. This is such a poignant photograph of soldier Harry. He has been on a mission to avenge his mother, Diana, Princess of Wales’ murder and nothing and no one will deter him on his quest. All the successes of the Sussexes are directly a result of Diana, Princess of Wales being there in their corner.

This book is not just about the structural racism of the House of Windsor and British society as a result of its past as colonisers and enslaving imperialists, it unveils a rather telling aspect of post colonialism. In all my seven decades, I know of no one Black: rich, middle class, creative or otherwise who has ever once spoken of a desire to go on an African safari, have been or know of such things. Prince Harry accounts of his retreats to Botswana’s Okavango delta speak volumes. Here is a realm of human experience, which just a few thousand miles away, tens of millions of Blacks are held captive in poverty, the vestiges of post-Apartheid colonial South Africa, which still stridently exists – political window dressing notwithstanding, and about this they know positively nothing. Seeing this aspect of human civilisation through Prince Harry’s eyes, was deeply inspiring but profoundly devastating. The very essence of Africa, one giant getaway for predominantly Whites to enjoy unencumbered by the misery of Black Africans, Blacks elsewhere about which they have no input, was plainly revealed in Prince Harry’s journeys. The most devastating part which made me break down and cry was listening to Prince William, he of the prejudiced 9 mindset, insisting that Africa was his not Harry’s; A whole fucking continent, the homeland of a diverse, culturally rich people the world over of Black African descent, being spoken of as though Africa were the exclusive property of a blasted White male who could not be anymore out of touch with the 21st century than if he were teleported back in time to Han Dynasty China. Of course, what William was referring to, was the rich animal kingdoms in Africa which exists nowhere else; he couldn’t in the least have given a shit about the dredged scourge that is Black Africans’ lives and their culture.

Of course, in that moment, I was reminded of the vast disconnected that exists between Blacks, the diabolical lengths we go to, to deny our Blackness and our connectedness to other Blacks. Knowing that he was going to die, Merlin wrote letters to many of his professional associates, most in the States. As they shared the same eponymous agency, Joyce Ketay, which later became part of the Gersch Agency, Merlin wrote to actor, Joe Morton whom he had directed in plays and who starred in in the film, Brother From Another Planet. They always got on famously. On receiving the mail in November, 1989, Joe called up from L. A. and said that he would be coming up to see Merlin. It was the most noble gesture. Joe flew into town and my sister and I met him at Toronto’s Pearson International Airport and the evening was both healing and bucolic. I ordered Chinese takeout and went around to Parliament Street to collect the food with Joe and filled him in on how long Merlin had been ill; we got in and my lover who had not been able to hold down a meal in several days, joined in and picked at the food and did not even throw up. As this was the age, long before cell phones’ ubiquity, Joe used our phone to call his wife in L. A. and check in. Some time later, we were having refreshments, they coffee – I can’t abide the stuff and I tea. At some point, Merlin had misjudged his strength and the distance to the coffee table piled high with books, one of which was Luigi Serafini’s magical masterpiece, Codex Seraphinianus. From my perspective across the room all the spilled coffee had not been sopped up and not wanting it to damage the books, I got up and used my napkin to clean up the rest of the spilled fare. Almost violently, Joe snatched his Sprint phone card, from atop one of the large coffee table books, creating an awkward millisecond of social aggression. This is the sort of thing that if Merlin were not ill and he were not staying in our house, I’d have walked Joe to the door and violently slam it on him. After he got up in the early hours, my sister came by and drove him out to the airport where a very large moon was close to the horizon. When I got back to the house, Merlin apologised and said that it was most devastating because he realised that if he were Black rather than Jewish, Joe would not have bothered to fly into town and visit him. It was one of the many times that Merlin, an ardent student of Black literature, who relished just about every Black author there was, touched on the subject of Black on Black racism. I always remember him saying, there is no such thing as being half Jewish, mixed Jewish. You are a Jew! Period! Yet the vogue has been for so many Blacks, exhibiting the most embarrassing self-loathing, claiming not to be Black. As Merlin once joked, well if you have a Black parent how can you not be Black, do these people think anyone mistakes them for Chinese? Said Merlin, what is a Jew with a single Jewish parent referred to as, a Goyish, a mixed Goy. Trust Merlin to always see the humour in everything; however, this need to deny one’s Blackness, is precisely why Joe never procreated with a Black woman. How the hell do you go to someone’s house and consider them a damn thief in their own house? I’d be rather surprised if with his success, Joe has ever been on a safari to Botswana. Merlin passed exactly a week later.

Two men could not have been more different. Indeed, it is a good thing that William is the shit-disturbing, stubborn, pugnacious, bully that he is. He truly represents the collective psyche of White Britain, having to face up to its past as colonisers, enslavers and just blood-thirsty savages. That history has given rise to royal heirs who are archly anti-Black in their perspective and conversely pro-Jewish in their preferences. There is nothing wrong in their preference but you cannot be so daft as to put out there your embarrassing perceptions. Furthermore, it does one’s credibility little to no good when a disproportionate number of the pundits who are savagely attacking Meghan and Harry are Jewish. Recently, even Judge Judy has gotten on the bandwagon of preying on the Sussexes. One of the things that all these persons are keen to do, which Merlin first pointed out to me in the early days of our relations in 1980s New York City, is that when being racially predatory towards Blacks, Jews are ever mindful never to bring race into their discussions and open animus towards Blacks. As he then pointed out, once challenged, one can then scream to the rafters that one is being anti-Semitic. One of the errors of all such persons as they savagely prey on Meghan and being openly racist, is not one of them so much as said boo fuck-all when George Floyd was savagely murdered. It was no business of theirs; of course, in having said nothing by way of protesting, one was clearly supporting such hideous racially predatory savagery. Then along comes Meghan et voilà, Methenny and others are barking mad with rage against that Black bitch Meghan whom they hate; of course, as Merlin long ago pointed out and has been validated, they never once mention Meghan’s Blackness.

Carefully chosen words from a man who could not be more disinterested in Black civilisation than if he were a Klansman. Indeed, there were times on that tour where they were supposed to be representing HLM Queen Elizabeth II where their relationships disrepair could not have been more obvious. Of course, Catherine just had to be photographed standing around with a drink in hand… drunk and debauched indeed.

Of course, we finally got validation of Catherine’s energy body of 9 being revealed as the bully behind who made whom cry. Not only was she a rude, dismissive, confrontational 9 energy-bodied boor, Catherine had to go one step forward and lay down the law as to who was boss, she wore a white dress to Meghan’s wedding – so, too, did Camilla to Diana’s wedding in July, 1981. The bitch wore white, that’s how you know who made who cry. All the incidents reported by Prince Harry in SPARE are evidence of both Meghan and Harry being racially harassed and racially preyed on in the workplace. One of the signatures of 11 master number is that it gives one a keen intellect; one is ill-inclined to gladly suffer fools. Who is Catherine to a self-made accomplished actor? Catherine is a blithering idiot who can do not more than gurn like a mad loon because finally, you cannot expect a fucking mad loon to behave like a self-possessed, strong woman.

It may be a family; however, it is also a workplace and it is fairly obvious that Meghan was the target of a campaign that involved mental and emotional abuse, which was orchestrated by the Waleses and in concert with Courtesan Queen Camilla as it suited her to be an ugly duchess who just could not resist going there as she so relished with Harry’s mother and Meghan’s mother-in-law, Diana, Princess of Wales.

Prince William Goes Off Displaying Short Fused Nature

What I am thoroughly convinced of, by Meghan’s body language when they emerged at the Cambridge Gates at Windsor Castle in September 2022, is that she exhibited signs that not only was she regularly yelled at and abused but either or both, Catherine or William; however, either or both may well have physically assaulted Meghan whilst she lived at Nott Cott. How could they live at Nott Cott when in the palace proper was that vile racist bully, Princess Michael of Kent.

“If You Don’t Mind, Take Your Finger Out of My Face.” Meghan, Duchess of Sussex to HRH Prince William, Prince of Wales.

What Meghan was making perfectly clear, William is milquetoast and furthermore, she did not want his smelly, bussy-poking finger anywhere near her goddamn face. There is no mistaking who had the upper hand in that power dynamic, William and Catherine’s vile machinations notwithstanding.

As much as we know that Prince William loves getting pegged, part of that psychosexual dynamic of being bottomed, is almost always being violently impatient, rude and bullying. This is a scene with which Prince William would be intimately familiar. For one thing, his fourth number of 5 guarantees being debauched and it always means sexual infamy – scandal or multiple scandals that are sexual beyond the norm will manifest and more importantly, make their way into the culture, becoming common knowledge. It is not about Prince William being Gay or Bisexual, it is simply a psychosexual dynamic which at its core is sadomasochistic. William’s desire to be pegged, bottomed and owned, comes as a relief from the domineering, bullying almost brutalising aspects of his personality when he is not sexually focussed. Again, William is moving centred so more than most, he ever would need a sexual outlet. Fourth number of 5, rules excess, infamy.

Prince Harry Bird Watching with Archie & Meghan

There is magic all around, you just have to be accurately focussed to capture those moments, which are ever present. These moments of magic, like the incident related in SPARE of the crash of the Queen Elizabeth Christmas tree ornament, are moments which reinforce that Diana, Princess of Wales is not far off. Indeed, loved ones with whom one remains bonded, will never lose being focussed on us here and now. As there are another 400 pages of this memoir, SPARE, yet to be released, I fully expect more of the Waleses, Charles and Camilla’s ugliness to be further revealed. Beautifully written, this is a most raw, honest and scathingly focussed memoir. Godspeed Henry, Meghan, Archie & Lilibet your work is ably fortified by Diana’s guidance and protection. God save a most noble Prince Harry, King of Hearts.

A Love Supreme. John Coltrane. 1965. Full Album

John Coltrane – Soprano & Tenor Saxophone

Jimmy Garrison – Double Bass

McCoy Tyner – Piano

Elvin Jones – Drums

This handsome gem played nonstop as I pored through SPARE, getting to know Henry’s raw, inspiring, beautiful soul. John Coltrane’s creative genius certainly got me through some rough patches in the book, especially, his early trauma at the violent murder of his mother, Diana, Princess of Wales. I cannot state enough, but whenever I have dreamt of Henry he has always been relaxed, unpretentious and barefooted, which really made me sit up and take notice during the Netflix & Archewell Productions, co-production of Harry and Meghan, the docuseries. Above all else, special mention must be made of J. R. Moehringer, SPARE’s masterful ghost-writer; he did one hell of a job.

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As ever, life is like a flying dream; if you look down, you’re fucked. Enjoy the ride and fear no one!

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©2013-2025 Arvin da Brgha. All Rights Reserved.

SPARE… Them Nothing!

Will you just look at that, the Enola Gay’s cargo bay doors have opened! Incoming! This calls for a Fortnum & Mason hamper; this is serious tea!

Numerologically, these are the numbers for SPARE & HRH Prince Henry’s war with the Windsors. 10. 01. 2023 Tiger 1. 2. 9 = 3. The first royal memoir by a royal rather than a kiss-me-ass royal biography by one of these blasted sycophants who could never, unlike Harry’s memoir, have their specious drivel simultaneously launch in 16 languages.

1, energy body, this is a warrior soul with a score to settle. He is going to, like every mature soul and warrior soul, wage a campaign that is all about restoring his honour. Now that The Queen and his and Meghan’s entity mate has departed, he will feel positively no qualms about producing the receipts. 1 is in your face and brutally raw and uncompromisingly truthful. Like me, Henry has an attitude of scepticism; we are blunt, upfront, confrontational and will be unrelentingly vituperative at the drop of a hat. Harry is into this to protect his family and that means, defending his wife who was racially attacked by HRH Princess Michael of Kent with her unbelievable bold racially predatory, offensive blackamoor brooch worn for all the world’s media to see to The Queen’s 2017 Christmas lunch at Buckingham Palace.

Mind of 2. This is someone that has much to say and will be most indefatigable in prosecuting his case! Not the least bit surprised should be anyone that Henry’s memoir runs past 400 pages. Also, a book that’s dropping on a day when the mind ruling it is two, this means that it is ruled by all that is rapid fire, quicksilver, brilliant. Most of all two is associated with artisan souls and there is no soul more nimble, strategic and clever than an artisan. Artisans input on 5 channels. Meghan is an artisan soul as was Diana, Princess of Wales. You will never win in a campaign against the intellect of an artisan. We may seems spacy but long before we head off to do battle, we have gone through plans A through Z where mere mortals simply will vet from plan A to D at most. Artisans are complex and are always misjudged, illegible.

Slaves and priest souls input on two channels. That would be the late Queen. The fact that she had seven in the second/mind position means that she read people with uncanny accuracy. Also, The Queen could see auras, the dead and all that beyond-the-veil arcana but she would never disclose this to any one save lifelong ladies-in-waiting and only a few of these persons. Warriors, Kings and Scholars input on one channel, this can leave such souls as coming off at times as thick but they are superior strategists and also more than passingly confrontational. Prince George is a King soul, which is most rare. Catherine, HM King Charles III, Prince Philip and Prince Henry are all warrior souls and all mature souls. I suspect that HRH Princess Anne Princess Royal may also be a warrior soul. Both William and Camilla, Queen Consort are scholar souls – I cannot stress enough how utterly arrogant and stubborn such persons can prove. Artisans are paired with Sage souls on the expression axis; however, sages input on three channels. This greatly facilitates live performance artists being able to channel through the creator’s vision by speech, song or dance. Creative artists are more often than not artisan souls; however, Pablo Picasso was a seventh young soul warrior.





Life path of 9, Harry’s memoir’s will be a campaign of high flying ideals and righting injustices, whether it is his mother, Diana, Princess of Wales’s murder or his wife, Meghan, Duchess of Sussex’s lynching as the most hated Black woman in history. Henry will be unsparing in defence of his high ideals. Lastly, with a destiny of 3, the number which rules media, publishing and the written word, quite remarkably, Henry’s memoir will go down to be just as revolutionary as HM King Henry VIII creating the Church of England rather than being at the mercy of the Church of Rome. Henry’s memoir is going to, for the first time, cause the public to turn on the tabloid media which has been predatorily harvesting off the royals and no single royal earns the tabloids more money than his wife, Meghan, Duchess of Sussex. They make billions in inciting anti-Black racism towards Meghan and at no time do any of these entities, tabloids and alleged royal experts ever mention the racism to which Meghan was subjected. If you think for one nanosecond that HRH Princess Michael of Kent’s blackamoor brooch incident was a singular, isolated incident then you truly believe that that blasted anti-Semitic idiot actually walked on water rather than on a Plexiglas runway an inch below the lake’s surface.

This campaign is masterful. No royals. No alleged royal experts, no tabloids. No one, all of whom are the Sussexes’ detractors, and sworn enemies as that vile Jewish anti-Black racist, Tom Bower recently admitted, “It’s Meghan I’m after!” know what Harry delivers in his memoir ahead of the general public. SPARE will callously lay bare the hideous underpinnings of the British monarchy: tabloids, courtiers, household staffers, royals and their need to prey on others whilst turning a blind eye to the antics of other royals. Cutting the Sussexes loose after the contents of Harry’s memoir become global headline news, will only further expose their duplicity. The tabloids will be exposed for what they are: the trolling, lynching, race-baiting agents of the BRF.

Here’s to the Sussexes as they go forward from strength to strength. After SPARE, let’s hope the British tabloids would stay in their provincial backwaters and focus their attention on the real tea, as there is no “there” there for them to truthfully report on with regards the Montecito ducal family. Go on, report on Catherine and Sir Ben Ainslie and could little Damian be their love child as William has his own love child with the Chatelaine of Houghton Hall. And what of Charles and his teddsie wedsie, what does he suck on when cuddling with his teddy whilst Camilla broods at Ray Mill and his equerry keeps him stiff with drink, warmth and jousting that stirs the birds in the topiary close by. Indeed, who pegs whom and is it reciprocated… now no longer at Anmer Hall clearly it continues but definitely not at Adelaide Cottage. Think of the billions you could be making for merely telling the truth rather than inciting anti-Black racism as you have fiendishly engaged the past six years of lynching season. For everything there is a season and sooner or later the truth reigns above it all.

Continued success to Meghan, Duchess of Sussex on her Spotify podcast, Archetypes. It is a beautiful exposition of a superior intellect. Too, congratulations on the nomination at this year’s People’s Choice Awards.

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Never mind Q’uoontifah & that lost anti-Semitic idiot, I damn well love being Black every moment whether lucidly awake in dreams or when awake!

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As ever, Life is like a flying dream; if you look down, you’re fucked. Enjoy the ride and fear no one!

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Ensouled Proboscis Simian Humans

These utterly stunning dream experiences occurred on Thursday, February 16, 1989, whilst the Moon transited both Cancer and my second house.

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I was on a street and just beyond the other side of the street was the edge of a cliff; it looked down into a distant valley.  It was very sunny out.  I was seated in front of a house. On my right was a man who had come home from work in a car.  He looked very Italian except that he seemed to be very hirsute – as though he had quite dark skin. However, on closer inspection, he turned out to be rather hirsute.  A little later on, he came outside again.  His neighbours were looking at him, kind of strangely, like they weren’t already accustomed to looking or reacting to him in a strange manner.

He sat down next to me outside, on the neighbouring bench to my right, both of us with backs to the neighbours.  He turned and looked at me and his face was rather ape-like. It was the colour black and his hair was quite different.  This man had a long widow’s peak and his face was literally the colour black.  It was quite ape-like.  He said nothing.  More than that, he seemed rather friendly and nice. Along that street, there were kids when a car had pulled up.  They were very teenage kids – all boys.  A boy came out further along and returned to join one of his companions.

Then it turned out that his companion was in a car that was black and seemed to move, as it were, on air-cushioned rubber wheels.  This black car of his was rather aerodynamic. After his friend took off, he then – this is the little blond timid guy – went over towards the cliff.  Directly in front of the hirsute ape-like man, who was seated to my right, the blond guy went into the bushes. The young guy turned out to have been his brother – that guy who looked like a twin of his or resembled a brother.  They hung out together and then he went moving on.

As he passed me, going from right to left, a friend of his was coming down the road.  The road had a curve in it and went steeply up a hill.  The hill, in fact, looked like the hill at Toronto’s Prospect Cemetery on the south side of Kitchener Street. His friend came down and he was wearing a helmet because he had been on some sort of vehicle.  He removed the helmet, carrying it in his right hand, as they greeted each other. Strangely, they greeted by grabbing each other around the hips and rubbed their crotches together, joked and laughed.  In essence, they engaged in clothed frottage.

I thought it interesting that two males would engage in open sexual play, however, this seemed the natural standard way of greeting in this culture.  Clearly, this was a sign that this was not exactly Kansas. I had the distinct impression that the twin blonds had gone into the gorge to do drugs.  As they were blissing out, only the crown of their golden mops was visible. They were using the very intense lushness of the rolling hills, in the valley way below, as a stimulant.  Everything here was so pronouncedly healthy, even the star that shined seemed more intense and pure than Sol. I carefully looked at some of the trees and realised that they were bonsai, furry, mossy centuries-old plants that seemed to hum at a frequency higher than their arboreal counterparts on Earth.

I was able to zoom into the plants in the valley way below and experience them in intimate close-up.  Of course, this I accomplished whilst remaining seated on the bench where to my right on another sat the über-poilu, intensely warm, handsome ape-like man. The helmet was the same black, light, metal-plastic alloy material as the car.  It seemed to have the ability to absorb the intense sunlight, which was not scorching, and cool the interior. The blond who greeted his Italian-looking helmeted friend – they were all, incidentally, the same hirsute ape-like stock as the jet-black man seated to my right – had patted the car as he moved around its rear into the road to meet his dark-haired friend. He had patted the car much like one would a trusted horse.  At that, the car had hissed and lurched to the road from its hovering stationary position a foot off the ground.

 Later on, in the second dream, I was still on the same street.  There were all these little kids.  They were on skateboards.  They came down about four, five, six, of them – little guys. One of them was Black.  He was quite light-skinned.  They were from a high social class.  They were very friendly and nice and I warmly interacted with them. However, they were quite reserved and it wasn’t as though they weren’t friendly.  As I was a stranger, for that reason, they kept me at bay. On the lower part of the street, where I was with them, it was clearly a cemetery.  As far as cemeteries go, it was quite different an arrangement.  It had quite large tombstones in it – monuments.

There was one woman there in black who was seemingly Italian.  She was carrying on; she was grieving by this one monument.  It had on it a very interesting design and some of the graves were fresh. I explained to them, the little boys, that this was where one went.  However, then one came back from there and was able to live a life again like they were now living. I explained to them in those terms, however, I did not force them to look at funerals.  People’s focus on funerals as the end and fear of death was the trap, I explained to them.

In this the third dream, I was under these hugely tall trees and was working at the time.  Clearly, I had been working for someone like Pete Wilkens or someone like him. I had left a shovel around.  The shovel had been left about and from a long, long time ago.  This was on the grounds of a park-like setting where there were lots of skeletons about. The skeletons were covered with a whole bunch of ants.  It was strange because it seemed as though the bones were the remnants of lunch and had just been eaten. They seemed like the skeletons for fish except that the head bone of the fish – skull – was quite flat. 

The head had three sides to it and the skeleton was again a narrow filament that had two identical spines that trailed the unusual-looking skull. The skeletons were quite white and were flexible like the white cartilage of a chicken breast.  There was a bunch of ants all over them. I might also add that these flexible, double-spined, fish-like skeletons were covered with ants that were quite feathery and lumpy.  These ants were almost like miniature tarantulas because they were so bulky, dark, rich and, in a way, nice to look at.

There was a shovel sitting about and I realised that I had left it there, when I worked last time which was some time ago, last season.  However, nobody had actually moved it because it meant that it was my responsibility to have moved it. So I ended up moving a couple of rakes – they were, in fact, more like pole saws.  When trying to clear the space, I took them from one area to the next. I must say that I was quite struck by the face of that particular man that I did see, whilst he sat on the neighbouring bench to my right, in the initial dream.  Even here in another dream entirely, I kept seeing him in my mind’s eye.

 The fourth dream found me going back to an apartment where Merlin and I were living together.  There were ants all about the apartment. I told him, “You have to get out and go away for a while so I can clean away the ants.” I then went about disinfecting the place and got rid of the ants.  I was even disinfecting beneath the floorboards… everywhere. Owing to his being full-blown with AIDS, I did not want Merlin being exposed to the harmful chemicals in the disinfectants.  That, certainly, could have resulted in horrific consequences on his vastly compromised immune system.

With the fifth dream, I was in a large department store.  There, I saw Isis da Braga who was there to buy a scarf.  At the time, I was with two males; it was a Gay situation. Owen Hawksmoor was talking to someone who had a very large nose.  The man to whom Owen spoke was Black.  He seemed like we vaguely knew each other.  He seemed, in fact, like Don Baxter. However, the face on this man was black and had hues of red in it.  Not the colour black but as Black people look.  More than that, such that it looked like the nose of an animal’s would like an aardvark or some such, the nose on this man was more like a snout. He wore white; both he and Owen did.  There was some function, that one had to go to, for which Owen had complimentary tickets.

These two people, whom Owen and I had encountered, were saying that they did not know where their complimentary tickets were.  I said that I knew I had mine.  Anyway, Owen left them and went back up a flight of steps. It was quite light out, up the staircase, as though there was a skylight hung high overhead.  Owen moved on and I went in search of Isis who had passed by.  She was quite embarrassed, in fact, at seeing me with my arm about a Gay person. She went in and picked up a scarf and the scarf was worth 52$, I think, because she was putting down the balance of the money – the other half – 26$.  She was there shopping. It was a black scarf and it had beautiful… the borders were red and green designs.  It really was quite nice.  I came and leaned on the counter and said hello to my sister.

She was reserved, cool and detached.  She turned to me and was beautifully made up and looked very young with beautiful, flawless, flawless skin. She spoke about the fact that she did not go shopping with me anymore.  She insisted that my accusation that she did not go shopping with me anymore because I was with men was not true. She was wearing a beautiful mustard-coloured jacket and a scarf about her neck.  Indeed, she was quite well-off.

*The thing about these unusually droopy noses is that they looked as though this was a race of extra-humans (extra-terrestrials) which had evolved from simian mammals who were descended from proboscis monkey stock rather than not.  It is a race of primates native to Borneo and the faces of those simians are rather human. This is how this man and others in this dream would appear.  However, it was more than that look.  END.

In the sixth dream, I was in an office that was like an indoor greenhouse.  If you like, it was a mausoleum rather than greenhouse.  It was sky-lit and there were a lot of caskets about.  Some of them had flowers and some of them did not. When you came in, you went down some stairs and into a more open area.  There you saw a burial crypt.  It was an indoor burial crypt.  There was a man about as well as a grand piano. Whenever the employees of the place came in, there was a woman standing about and she would excitedly say, “We have to go out, we have to go out.” I was with those little children, from the earlier dream, who were skateboarding and whom I had instructed earlier about the whole idea of reincarnation.  These children were mostly White.  We were also being hustled out of the place.

The woman then said, “What is he doing?  There is not another service.  Why is he trying to start up that piano?” The man at the piano was large and bent over and he looked somewhat out of place being there.  Before we could be ushered out of the place, I managed to run up and put some flowers – some yellow flowers, on one of the brown caskets that was there.

*He was inordinately tall and hence drooped over a lot.  Whilst seated at the grand piano, his towering height made it look as though an adult seated at a dollhouse piano.  Too, he was inordinately pale…  END.

As we were going out, the procession was coming in and people were being hustled in.  It was quite a fast procession.  I stuck around and tried to see the place and see why there was so much hustling. There and then, it turned out that I saw the casket.  It was very flat and plain and I thought, ‘Well why is it being hustled out?  If it’s a funeral why would the relations be so ecstatic?’ However, it turned out that because the burial box was so flat I thought it was going to be cremated.  It turned out, however, that it was for the office.  There was going to be a surprise party.

It was actually a cake.  It was covered up in wonderful, colourful wrapping paper.  There was going to be a celebration and those were all the workers from the company.  The atmosphere was quite nice and friendly.

 In this the seventh dream, I was in a very, very large and busy restaurant where I ordered myself a bowl of soup.  I was going to go upstairs to the bathroom but I had my bowl of soup in my hand. It was very Gothic-styled.  It seemed, in fact, like the inside of a château.  It was in the Gothic style except that the walls were rose granite – rose-coloured granite.  It was, however, rather smooth-surfaced. I then accidentally spilled my bowl of soup.  The waitress who had come to my aid was dark-haired – short, dark hair.  She looked like a dancer who danced with the Winnipeg Contemporary Dancers when I was living in Winnipeg – the one who was Lebanese and had had a back injury.

Anyway, this waitress went off and I was waiting there being quite embarrassed.  I was trying to rush to the toilet.  I asked someone where the toilet was and they said, “No, no, not upstairs.” It turned out that the washrooms were, in fact, to the rear.  So off I went to the bathroom and I was quite embarrassed. I tidied up myself and I came back out and my white cotton pants – nice, beautiful trousers; they were baggy but they came in tight and folded in a pleat at the end at the hem – were quite stained by the soup. It was a dark sort of pea soup.  A dark brownish fare, like a lentil soup, it was.  However, it was not like a lentil soup because it was red.

I was trying to ask this man to move, in order to get by him, en route to the washrooms.  There was a couple behind a man and they were very lovey-dovey. The man had to ask them to get up to let me get to the bathroom.  He did not want to get up or anything like that but he finally realised he had to get up.  So he basically moved and he was quite unusually blond. Everybody in this place was very unusual-looking.  They had extraordinary features about them.  They were excessively good-looking but they had an outstanding feature that made them seem Thothesque. Again, noses here were very long, droopy and bent over.  Their noses were almost beaklike in that sense.  That was the extraordinary thing about that jet-black skinned man, in the initial dream, as well as this blond man who had the same feature.

Humanoid with exact nose as this Proboscis Simian

These persons were all exceptionally tall.  They were each on the other side of seven-plus feet.  Also, they were so über-poilu, it made it look like they were either jet-black when Black or yellow-white for being blond. Finally, he did move and when I was leaving, I looked at him.  He was looking down at me because I was out of sorts, out of place, being there.  Standing before him, he really did tower over me. Clearly, these persons were EHs – extra-humans or ETs. Another person had come by and tidied me up.  He busily got me back to where I was seated.  Then he had mumbled something like,Why don’t you get out of here real fast?”

So I went out into the vestibule and I was waiting and waiting for the waitress to come by because I wanted to pay her for my bowl of soup.  I think it was going to be $3 or something like that. Isis just said, “Why don’t we just get out of here?” We were waiting out front and it was busy so I finally got out.  However, I was arguing and said, “That’s not the point of it.” I strongly felt that I should be paying my way.  So I thought to just go back and put down my money on a table somewhere – I would feel better. However, I did finally leave, after having been more or less harassed by Isis without having paid.  She was asking, “If you can save the money, why not save it?” that was her attitude.

When we were leaving there was a tall, enormously tall, man.  He was White.  Again, he had the same beaklike nose and there was something about his face that I found immediately sexual.  His face was intensely sexualised. I was going to indulge and not leave because I so wanted to explore this man.  However, Isis hustled me out of there.

Dream eight found me in the streets.  I was walking with a baby – a little Black baby who was light-skinned.  I carried the baby on my shoulders. It was rather nice.  This time, out on the street, it was dark out and it was night time.  This place we went to, that was quite busy, was bustling with lots of wonderful, wonderful people. It was very cosmopolitan here.  A brief dream it was too.

I next found myself in a ninth dream experience that had a great deal of uproar and tumult to it. There were figures in black who were part of some sort of religious sect.  These persons were just alarmingly fanatical. They were terrorists and they wore black.  They had some sort of insignia on their bodies.  As a matter of fact, they were looking for me; there was no mistaking that fact. I was in what would be Catherine Angelica Montpelier’s yard.  I was trying to hide out there.  There were, somehow, attempts to get me out. Then there was this truck which the people who were like security guards used.  I was told where to find them and where they weren’t.

So I went into this yard and it seemed like part of Catherine Angelica Montpelier’s property and the neighbourhood in Crab Hill, Sandy Point, St. Kitts.  However, it was differently set up here. There was an Indian-looking girl – Amerindian-looking and not Dravidian.  She, too, had a beaklike nose and I tried to explain to her, “Well look, you know I’m being pursued…”

“Oh yes!” further, she made reference to the fact, “Oh yes, you’re the one who killed Bob… or somebody.” Up on the roof was like Bob’s brother, whoever Bob was, but it wasn’t a name that I recognised.  His name was Bob, however; it was Patrice Wellesley, of all people, who was keeping a lookout. He was supposed to notify the guard-like people.  I intuitively knew that on the far side of the wall, of the place where I was hiding out, was a guy and a girl.  She had very long black hair and was quite militant.  They were looking out for me and talking.

I was telling the Amerindian-looking girl with the Thothesque nose, who was talking to me and dropping pieces of information, to just shut up and calm down, “You don’t need to say everything and carry on and on.” However, she still kept on blabbing away. I then managed to go around the side of the house.  She was with her sister and they were playing some sort of game.  So I thought to actually go around, to the front of the house, to ask her who her sister was. I then went around to the front of the house and there was her sister who seemed like Diana Nottingham – with whom I modelled at OCAD and did that pose with her at OCAD that Olaf Nordstrom had painted.

Anyway, she was quite wonderfully made up in whiteface.  As though she were a Kabuki actor/actress, she wore white pancake makeup.  She was, in fact, an actress.  She was waiting to go on and perform a role of hers. It was quite interesting because she was, in fact, filling me in on what was going on, “In point of fact Arvin, you know, basically someone died because in self-defence in a rumble with them… it was just a lazy man about town, an idler and a drifter.” He apparently ended up dying because, during some sort of attack on me, as I was defending myself he was accidentally killed.  As a result, I was on the run and there was a plot – the militant group was out to get me.

Immanuel Methodist Church, Sandy Point, St. Kitts

She told me that what I could do was go behind the Methodist Church in Crab Hill, Sandy Point, St. Kitts.  The place, however, was set out as if a mélange of Crab Hill, Sandy Point, St. Kitts and elsewhere. So she told me to go across the railroad tracks.  On coming around, I would be able to come home free to my home in Crab Hill.  However, she pointed out that all along the route there were the same guards – militant fanatics. However, I just had to play it safe.  She confidently assured me that they could be headed off.  I was grateful for her advice and took her directives to heart. Well, low and behold, the girl – the militant sibling – came around the yard and caught me.  When she caught me, I fled in escape.  I went and hid behind the wall. I am not referring to Diana or one of the two sisters who had been around the backyard but there were two other sisters.  These other two sisters were part of the militant group that was on the hunt for me.

The girl pulled out a weapon and it had a little blade on it.  It was quite deadly and I kept hiding myself trying to extricate myself out of the place.  I did so by holding up one of the sisters, in front of me, as a hostage. Someone got spliced in the left hand.  I don’t recall that it was me or if it was me, I simply did not feel any pain when attacked.  The vicious-looking wound had self-healed right away.  I had focussed my light energies on the wound and caused it to instantaneously self-heal. Anyway, I was able to push the sister onto them.  I then made my way around to the back of the house.  By this time, the brother was coming around the house from the other direction.

When I say I went around to the back of the house, it was where I had originally encountered the two militant sisters.  By that point, she had already called for help from the guardsman.  He was somewhat ecstatic as he came around.  However, this was my chance to flee. So I climbed over the fence and immediately there was a lot of plastic on and all over everything.  When I climbed over the wall it was, clearly, what in the waking state would be the very back end of the Methodist Church estate. It was covered with a heavy plastic and there was a lot of wood.  There was scaffolding everywhere.  I climbed along the wood and the sister – the white-faced, actor of the two sisters – had told me that I could get immunity by saying that I was coming to work on the grounds or some such.

Next, I crawled along the scaffolding and looked to my left.  However, this being a dream, it had semblances to being Sandy Point but it wasn’t really Sandy Point either. I realised that there were apartments, tiny apartments, which were glass-enclosed.  They were all quite in disarray.  People lived there but nobody seemed to be home. Here I was trying to make my escape and if anybody had seen me, of course, I would be squealed on.  Then I finally jumped down, out of the ceiling-like area, because there were crates and boxes and a straw-stuffed bed under me directly below the window. I came down to an open area and there I saw a much darker version of Artemis da Braga, my niece.  She was sitting wrapped with a telephone cord about her as she played with the phone. I greeted her but I did not want to get her excited because I wanted to flee the area.

Sentient Alien Land Rover

Next, in dream ten, I came out of this beautiful house and came out into a wonderful backyard.  Immediately, whilst there, I saw another of those vans.  There had also been a van in the earlier dream that showed how these people, the militant people, worked. They had a van and it had another little van on the inside when it opened up claw-like.  It appeared that the top and the bottom, the back rather, could open up.  Inside it revealed another vehicle that was covered in a brownish greasy goop. The most interesting feature of this entire affair was that, although they looked human enough, the militiamen were not human.  They were extra-human.  So too was the machine which, from its goopy fluids, was sentient. It was an EH species which they were using to capture and feed one to.  It seemed that the machine-like EHs were, in fact, in control of the militia-type EHs rather than the reverse.

It seemed more creature than a vehicle and, somehow, this was what I was supposed to be put in when captured.  These two Black men, who were guarding the house and who let me know that they were guarding the house, were saying, “Aha!  Now we’ve caught you.” You know, I thought about it and there was just no way that I was going to let them capture me. ‘I’ve got to get away,’ I thought. At the time, one of them was taking a pee – both these men were Black.  They were quite casual about having caught me.  They apparently were going to get their supervisor who would take care of me.

The supervisor came and he looked like the guy from Trinidad who had worked as a chef at the Underground Railroad Restaurant when, long ago, I worked there.  He did, at least, seem like that man. This man, who was their supervisor, was also Black.  He had the semblance, the air about him, of that chef but he did not so much look a great deal like him.  He was rotund and fairly light-complected. He lived in the house.  Rather, he did not live in the house but he was staying in the house as a caretaker.  I thought, ‘I’m not going to be captured.  I’m not going to be caught.  I can disguise myself.’

Rendering Self Invisible by Increasing Light Vibration

I immediately started accelerating my energies and, as a result, I was able to transform myself.  As I upped my frequency, I heard an increase in the universal hum. I looked down at the backs of both my outstretched hands, keenly observing the intense sunlight react to my skin in a glowing sizzling manner, until my aura intensified and became visible about my body. My aura’s light grew brighter as my skin actually glowed with increasing intensity.  It continued until the skin, throughout my entire body, was indistinguishable from the rest of the intense morning sunlight. When they went down the hill and came back with the guy, I was standing there right in front of the house.  It was this particular, large wooden house.

It wasn’t large, for being a bungalow, but the door was large.  This house was definitely not part of the landscape in Sandy Point, St. Kitts.  As I looked on, the guards came bearing the portly gentleman. I was aware from the way he – the supervisor, Zen sage – was talking that he was aware that I was there.  Perhaps, he could see me but the other two – the militant guardsmen – couldn’t see me. I realised what I had done: I had made myself light so that I blended in with the landscape and couldn’t be seen.  I had rendered myself invisible!

I then decided that I could further transform myself.  Next, I made myself into this little white piece of what seemed like string.  However, it was more like nylon.  It was like shiny waxed dental floss. Such that half way there was a loop in it, it was tied in a knot.  It was doubled on itself so that it was, I would guess, three to five inches long at the most. I obviously was astrally projected to another world where, rather lucidly, I was dreaming and interacting with extra-humans.  The dental floss-like string was the cord of light which keeps one’s astral body connected, to the waking state body, when astral-projected during sleep.

The Light Umbilical Cord Connected to Astral Body

Immediately, the caretaker guy took the cord – the wax-like cord – which was my transformed-dreamer self in his hand.  It was my astral body’s cord which was left rendered visible whilst I remained invisible. He began giving the two guardsmen a walk-through of the house in which only he should have been.  It was a house that was no longer lived in.  It was wooden all about and very organic. It was a house that allowed for natural light to pour in.  There was a skylight.  The house was low in the sense that it was dug in.  The house was built such that it was somewhat half-buried below the surface. In that way, it was kept cool because it was partly below-ground.  All about, on either side, as you walked in every part of this beautiful, sprawling bungalow were every manner of cactus.

These were cacti that were shaped like trees that had leaves.  Absolutely stunning and incredible, they enlivened the house throughout. He gave me a tour of the place with the two guardsmen, who could not see me, in tow.  As he walked them back to the front door he said, “So you see, he really couldn’t be here.  You go off and look for him.” He tossed me or what was my representation – the wax-looking string or my astral body’s umbilical-like cord of light – from his right hand sending it through a doorway of the house.  He then went about his business and showed them to the door and got rid of them. At this point, I rematerialised back to my regular dreamer self in this dream and I was able to let on to him that I knew that he knew of my being invisible.  So I called him, on another phone in the house, and I remained absolutely silent. I then telepathically shared my thoughts with him.  I inferred that I knew that he was aware that I was present in the house though invisible to most.  Of course, he knew that I was there but he was just not going to acknowledge my being friendly with him. The fact is that he knew that I was in trouble.  He was just trying, out of the goodness of his heart, to help me out.  However, he wasn’t going to befriend me or anything like that.

Sprawling Partially Submerged Bungalow

So anyway, on my own I began exploring this beautiful, beautiful labyrinth-like bungalow.  The walls of it were wooden.  It was a reddish wood like redwoods normally look.  It had a shiny hue to it because it was polished. I was talking about it to someone, later on in the dream, and it was in fact the same guy – the caretaker – who had accompanied me at one point.  I said it seemed like it was built by Frank Lloyd Wright and he said, “No.  Not really…” It seemed like it but it was a different style altogether; however, it was more or less like Frank Lloyd Wright.  Seriously though, it was a totally different style. So I went about exploring the place.  I went in this one room that was clearly a bedroom.  I opened the door and went in – it was a glass door.  I went in and on the left were shelves.

There were tiny, tiny, little cacti in pots and some of them were large and some of them were blooming.  They were heliotropically craning over to one side. This place had been abandoned for quite some time.  However, all the cacti in the place had managed to grow quite large.  They were big, bulbous, beautiful and wonderfully lifelike. The spread to the bed was turned down and discarded.  It had been left just as when last used by the owner.  There was a bulldog; it was not a live one but a statue of a bulldog. This person had a great deal of style and was quite successful.  I realised that the owner, the former occupant, was Black.  I saw the face and I can’t say that I can recall the face but, somehow, I got the impression that the face was a face of mine if you like.

Bungalow’s Debonair Former Occupant

It was interesting because when I saw the face that is basically the information that I got from looking at the face in the photo.  There was a tiny time-faded photograph of a face.  It was of a Black man. This was the sense that I got from it, that it was me, in fact. There were beautiful trousers about.  As well, there was a large armoire with tons and tons of beautiful, silk robes that I had worn in that life. They were worn around the house by the former occupant.  There were, on the bed, some clothes.  Too, there was a table beside the bed. Everything in this bungalow was very organic: the bed was very organic, the desk was and even the fixtures were very organic.  As well, the cloth was very organic – by organic, I mean that it wasn’t inanimate.

It was organic because it was lifelike.  More than that, it was organic because it was breathing.  That’s why it had lived so long because it was quite some time since last occupied by the owner. However, it was very much so still alive.  The sheet and bedding, on the bed, were woollen and greyish-coloured. The only reason why I had entered the room, in the first place, was I wanted to roam – to see if there were any signs of underwear… there was.  There was tons of underwear on the shelves behind me. I wanted to check and sniff his underwear, to see if he had masturbated.

Anyway, when I got into the room, that little adventure had totally evaporated.  For having seen the photograph, if you like I was quite interested in exploring the place and getting to refamiliarise myself with the place. The bedroom was just absolutely beautiful.  Off to the left, rather behind the shelves and straight ahead, was the closet and the bed was to the right of the door.

Down this long hallway that was sky-lit were the tables and tables of clothing.  There was a door past the shelves, on the left, and it looked into more and more clothes. I then came out of there and I went about exploring all over.  This time, I went to explore all the cacti in the place.  There were tons and tons of them. Shortly thereafter, I was joined by Carl Leroiderien, Merlin and someone else who seemed like Mario of Paris – Mario D’Agostino, however, it wasn’t him. I had a sense of Maxime Gascoigne-de Montigny being about and Carl Leroiderien had seemed like a custodian of the place.  Carl was a caretaker or curator of the sprawling bungalow which now seemed like an historic site. When he was excitedly walking everyone through the place, to show them the place, he was referring to the owner.  I was there but, again, none of these people had any awareness that I was there – not even Merlin.

He was sort of filling them in on who the owner was.  From what I could see, Carl was doing a good job of it. There were cacti that were tall.  There were also red ones.  There was one cactus that was tall and it had needles on it.  It had large, large leaves and two or three leaves like those of a royal palm’s. Most of it was like a palm tree but it was like a breadfruit leaf or some sort of leaf like a maple leaf – albeit an extra large maple leaf.  It was, however, cactus. Everywhere there were plants on either side of the skylight hallways.  The bungalow was a series of long halls that were all connected and veered off in different directions.

However, it was a house that had basically become a living garden such that it was organic.  The cacti truly were the lungs of the house.  The air was really nice and it was cool. The humans were able to live with the cacti because it was a totally self-sustainable dwelling.  As the light came in heliotropically sustaining the various cacti species, it added breath, depth and dimension to the space thereby making it equally organic. Too, because it was partially submerged belowground, there was a lot of moisture from underground that kept these plants alive.  The cacti were quite happy and they had grown so beautifully. It was as if they were bonsai cacti.  It was quite incredible how they were all over the place throughout the house.

Then I went down some steps to another open area of the bungalow.  Again, there were more cacti.  We moved off and came to an area where Carl said, “Oh let’s go downstairs, I can show you the basement.  You can see all these wonderful things.” When you looked out the skylight area, it was of the street, the pathway into what would seem Crab Hill, Sandy Point, St. Kitts.  So I immediately was afraid to be seen yet I was assured by Carl as he stilled my nerves telepathically saying, ‘Oh, it’s okay… it’s okay.’ I was concerned about the people, who lived across the street, reporting me to the militia-types.  There was bamboo, organic bamboo if you like, that was made into a fence. It seemed like the backyard of what was the neighbour’s house and they weren’t there.  I was told it was quite safe that it was okay.  The neighbours weren’t there to squeal on me.

Before you went down the steps, into this other area, there were all these beautiful, beautiful organic works that are quite common in the Orient.  For example there were many objets d’art. These were objets d’art which were beautiful temples and totems.  They were all made from the ivory of elephants’ tusks.  It was all beautifully detailed and in miniature – all the miniature designs were made of ivory. That was the sort of stuff.  This particular objet d’art was large.  It was square-shaped so that it wasn’t like an elephant’s tusk.  More like an obelisk, if you like, it was. They were more so little temples.  They were shrines and Greek temples if you like.  What was truly fascinating was how incredibly detailed they were though scaled down versions of the real architectural gems.

We moved on and now we came to an area that had nothing but wares.  There were lots of baskets everywhere because this was where the ornaments were kept.  They were all stored therein. Carl was the caretaker of these things.  He was quite familiar with every item and, again, there were bamboo basket-like wares and objets d’art. I was told that this was, in fact, like a wine cooler.  It was so delicately and intricately made.  Also, the item was collapsible.  It could open.  The objet d’art was like a valise and it could open up. Merlin went and opened it and was prying into it.  It had two African skulls or heads on it and it was quite beautifully detailed as a matter of fact.

We then moved on and came into the downstairs area.  This place was like a cellar.  Somehow, copious rays of sunlight made it to this part of the sprawling, multi-levelled bungalow. Even though we were further underground yet, somehow, the sunlight came in.  However, I soon realised that it wasn’t sunlight.  It was just this light that was white and somewhat diffuse. It was quite soft and nice to the touch.  Among the many stored wares, there was something that had a white bamboo-like coil.  This thing had a piece of string attached to it with two yellow sticks or shoots like chopsticks.

You could insert it and it was, in fact, quite sexual.  The Mario D’Agostino character immediately grabbed it up.  Whilst simulating sexual play, he was playing around with it. He was making noises filled with sexual innuendo and then said, “Umm, get undressed and put it on your cock because that’s what it’s made for.” Oh he was so happy to perform and went off to try on the item.

*Here now, some further comments set in the dream in the beautiful house.  Here, the atmosphere in this house was one of serenity and it was a reflection of that particular life that one had led whence the proprietor was Black. Tall and very erudite, he seemed a man of the world.  He was well-travelled.  He loved beautiful music and he had a collection of things in his bedroom that were totems from his travels. He was obviously tall because there were lots of khaki and white summer pants which all gave a sense of his height.  When I had first entered into the room, there was also a rack that I had bumped into. I hadn’t noticed it because it was suspended from the ceiling.  It was racked with leather suspenders and an enormous collection of belts: broad belts, narrow belts, as well, skinny belts.

There were all kinds of beautiful belts.  They were very expensive and they were also very organic and ancient.  They weren’t brand new any of them. It was all a reflection of the person’s spirit.  You never met the person but you knew the person through the house.  It was beautiful and wonderfully planned out. The sprawling, organic bungalow was so multidimensional; it went off in all these directions and avenues because that was who this person was in that lifetime.  In a box to call home, he was not contained or restrained. The organic house constantly veered off.  It had many apartments and veered off and had many cul de sacs.  There were areas where he could go and be removed from all the other areas yet be surrounded by plants.

At all times, he was surrounded by life itself and it was healthy… quite nice. Whilst at the restaurant having the lentil-looking soup, the reason for the extra-tall, obvious extra-human being impatient with me was more subtle than one may assume.  With their sophisticated proboscis, it is safe to assume that smell was the most developed of this extra-human race’s senses rather than sight as is the case for we humans. Likely, there was something very off-putting to my pheromone makeup which left the seated extra-human uncomfortable.  I don’t think that it was a matter of my race, Black, but my species, Earthly human, which made the über-poilu, blond extra-human uncomfortable.

As I was in his home world, he naturally felt put upon for having the unfavourable aspects of my pheromones anywhere near him.  At the end of the day, he was an incarnate ensouled fragment who is one of seven soul types and with the same selection of overleaves as any Earthly human.  Any Earthly human would have similarly responded to having someone of outré pheromone and species in their midst.  

A very serene dream it remarkably was.  END.

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Groovin’ High, Dizzy Gillespie 1955

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As ever, Life is like a flying dream; if you look down, you’re fucked. Enjoy the ride and fear no one!

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