Adieu & Farewell to All that.

Royals at court

Having spent several days, thanks to VPN, watching Norwegian TV’s NRK TV coverage of the passing of King Harald V and his funeral, it was really moving to have watched his funeral. This reception of royals paying their respects to the grieving Norwegian royals proved rather telling.

King Harald V
Prince Albert II & Princess Charlene of Monaco

First at court was HSH Prince Albert & Charlene of the Monegasque principality. Their interaction was adroit and fairly brief.

Swedish Royals

Next up, the august HM King Carl XVI Gustaf of Sweden with his always reserved wife, HM Queen Silvia. The Swedish king is now the oldest reigning monarch in Europe. Queen Silvia’s pillbox hat was, of course, reminiscent of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis chic all nicely pulled off with a single strand pearl necklace.

Crown prince Alexander & crown princess Katherine of Yugoslavia wait to greet Queen Sonja

They were then followed by Crown Prince Alexander of Yugoslavia and his American Greek born wife, Crown Princess Katharine of Serbia. As they are minor royals on the periphery of royal society, they grinned and bow and seemed rather thrilled to have been invited.

Hereditary prince Alois of Liechtenstein

They were then followed by the heir of Liechtenstein Alois and his statuesque wife. They were deferential and reserved. Hereditary Prince Alois and his wife Hereditary Princess Sofie, Duchess of Bavaria were brief in their encounter with the three senior Norwegian royals.

Crown prince Akishino & crown princess Kiko

They were followed by Japanese Crown Prince Akishino and his delicate, serene wife, Crown Princess Kiko who performed the deepest curtsey.

Grand Duke Guillaume & Grand Duchess Stéphanie with Duke Henri of Luxembourg & hereditary Prince Alois & Princess Sophie of Liechtenstein

I was truly stunned at how obese the new Grand Duke Guillaume V of Luxembourg has become. Of course, when recently his father Henri stepped aside in his favour, his two sons appeared for all the world to be very decidedly on the spectrum. Prince Louis was a boisterous child with 5 energy body, these boys were observed sat with legs gathered beneath themselves and parents looking as though they could not wait to return them to their nannies. As ever, they were socially awkward and not the post polished of souls. No wonder, indeed, that the couple were dismissed Queen Mette-Marit with new lungs as absolute bores to Jeffrey Epstein. Henri, Guillaume’s father, and former Grand Duke proved himself a truly suave elder statesman, reaching in and warmly hugging the new King Haakon. Their interaction was both genuine and warm.

Queen Anne-Marie & crown prince Pavlos of Greece

Whist Henri rambled on with Haakon the attendant Greek and Danish royals waited, only to have the supremely handsome Queen Anne-Marie of Greece & Denmark, widow of King Constantine II of Greece sneak behind Haakon to warmly greet her lifelong peer, Dowager Queen Sonja. Her movement was both delightful and betrayed her need to console and be of comfort to the new widow as quickly as possible.

King Carl XVI Gustaf, crown princess Victoria, prince Daniel, princess Sofia & prince Carl Philip of Sweden

Next, Tord Magnuson partner of Danish Princess Maria-Christina steps up to salute King Haakon. However, before Maria-Christina steps up the continent’s most handsome Prince, Danish Prince Carl-Philp steps up and warmly greets Haakon, betraying the closeness of the Nordic royals. After their long chat, next it was Danish Princess Maria-Christina who greeted Haakon, it was next Princess Alexia of Greece, Crown Prince Pavlos’s sister. Crown Princess Marie-Chantal of Greece – the Duty Free Princess – was not present. Alexia performed a deep curtsey to both King Haakon and Dowager Queen Sonja.

Crown prince Pavlos of Greece

She was followed thereafter by Crown Prince Pavlos of Greece who has truly graciously aligned numerology and he certainly acted the part at his father, King Constantine II of Greece’s funeral. The Greek royals were rounded off by Prince Nikolaos who recently changed wives with shrewd callousness; he has the look of a class 1 womaniser so not surprising. If I’m honest, I am certain if the next couple up are Prince Kyril of Preslav and Princess Rosario of Bulgaria. Kyril has, not surprisingly, populated the Epstein Files.

King Frederik X, Queen Mary & crown prince Christian of Denmark

As he is a genuine old soul and such persons do not have time for negative persons and their malicious BS, King Frederik X simply laughs off Prince William and his vicious-looking aunt, Princess Anne, King Haakon VIII’s godmother.

Queen Mary of Denmark

There was a lot of tongue wagging and vicious enjoyed by Frederik X’s wife, Queen Mary of Denmark who like Catherine, William’s wife, is a fifth mature warrior. Fifth mature souls live for gossip and stirring the pod, so naturally she would be all ears for the Windsor gossip which most other royals on the continent have now grown bored of and dismissed the senior royals as the racists they are. Of course, Princess Anne, a 7th mature warrior looks way too much like that vile racist crossdressing man who reeks of male smegma from here to Timbuktu.

King Carl XVI Gustaf of Sweden, King Haakon VIII of Norway & King Frederik X of Denmark

Glad to be rid of the smallminded BS, Frederik goes over warmly hugs his jogging buddy, Haakon VIII and consoles him, both men making warm eye contact and genuinely appreciative of the other’s companionship. Laughing Anne off, Frederik X was clearly happy to be rid of her and William over compensatory prosecution of their vindictive case against Harry & Meghan. Honest to god, it’s a fucking funeral and the world can see what racist boors you’ve been to Harry and his Black wife. Imagine showing up at a funeral to gossip about persons whom you’ve treated like absolute shit all with the help; of your Mafioso henchmen on Fleet Street.

King Frederik X & Queen Mary

Abandoning them, Frederik X takes a breather and it is obvious that Haakon could quite imagine what vile snakes the Windsor equestrian with a string of male lovers partout and the baron’s bastard were on about. Meanwhile, Queen Mary who is adept at Nordic court life moves on from the putrid royals to go have genuine rapport with King Haakon.

Princess Anne, Princess Royal

Up next was Princess Anne, Haakon’s godmother and of course, she talks to excess to cover the gossiping mealymouthed BS she and William engaged with Queen Mary and Frederik X who dismissively laughed them off and walked away from their damn mess – Prince Andrew’s association with Epstein and their racist campaign against Harry & his Black wife. I can just imagine how William winced when the gospel choir began singing at Harald V’s funeral which was a special request of his.

Prince William, Prince of Wales

Overlong, Princess Anne carried on with her prosecution of the Windsor’s case before the continental royals and the onlooking world. Clearly, they know that decent people the world over see them for what they are, and it is not especially flattering. As if she hadn’t sufficiently held up the line along comes William more gesticulation as his guilty conscience prosecuted their version of reality.

Both the Norwegian Queen and crown princess Ingrid Alexander fawned engagement and are condescending in dealing with both Anne and William. They are a family who’ve proven more welcoming of a Black marrying, in the case of Shaman Durek marrying the King’s older sister, princess Martha Louise.

Princess Martha-Louise & Durek Verrett

Though Norwegian media took the stance, much as Fleet Street has, of being suspicious and racially predatory towards Martha-Louise’s second husband, Durek Verrett it was the late King Harald V who called out the media and made it perfectly clear that he would not tolerate his Black son-in–law being subjected to racialised harassment in the media. Understandably, the Norwegian royals were not interested to seeing the racially predatory Britons turning up at court being mealymouthed. There is positively no way that Anne and William would have been gossiping about Prince Andrew; their smallminded chatter would without doubt have been focussed on Harry & Meghan.

Princess Anne & Prince William received by Norwegian royals

Just look at Crown Princess Ingrid-Alexandra’s body language, the lowered chin, the condescending wary look with the whites of the eyes below the iris visible at both Anne and William. Ingrid-Alexandra places her hand on her chest, protecting her heart centre whilst simultaneously not extending them a welcome by touching and embracing either. Her approach to both is formal with no trace of either empathy or trust.

How daft do the Windsors have to be, the Glücksburg dynasty has a history of marital tensions, which was thankfully resolved by the time that Shaman Durek came along. Harald V’s father, Olav V. Olav, of course, was the maternal grandson of HM King Edward VII. Olav did not approve, in the Saxe-Gotha-Coburg tradition, Harald V’s choice of a fiancée, Sonja was stridently opposed because she was a commoner. Nonetheless, Harald persevered against his father, Olav V’s wishes and took Sonja as his wife. In time, Harald V’s second born, Haakon was initially opposed to take divorced mother as his bride; however, Harald V knowing of his own history with his father, gave his blessing to the marriage. Nothing surprisingly then, after his firstborn, Princess Martha-Louise’s husband Ari Behn committed suicide and she found solace with shaman Durek, Harald V was fully, without reservations fully supportive of his daughter and her choice of life partner, Durek. After all, with Ari Behn’s suicide, King Harald V would clearly wish for his daughter, Martha-Louise’s happiness above all else. This is precisely why he strongly instructed the Norwegian press to cease with its racist dog whistle reporting of shaman Durek.

Oslo Cathedral

Not surprisingly, King Harald V would elect to have a Black gospel song, sung at his funeral. This would not have gone unnoticed by Anne and William. Indeed, it could well have been a parting shot of Harald V at the Windsors’ embarrassing racism towards Harry and Meghan. This also goes to show that Queen Elizabeth II and King Charles III could have, at any point, openly issued an official statement about the British media’s relentless open racism towards Harry and Meghan, yet they have done no such thing.

King Philippe & Queen Mathilde of Belgium

Next up, the Belgian King Philippe – with the sexiest royal nose – and Queen Mathilde in a beautiful hat and lovely multiple strand pearls. Not surprisingly, the Belgian King gestures to King Haakon warily as though the disgraced Windsor party was both tiresome and unwelcome. Mathilde, as ever, was most gracious and her brooch was rather lovely. Haakon was clearly only too relieved to embrace the Belgian King and his lovely wife. Notice, too, how King Philippe hung back and waited for Queen Mathilde to finish conversing with crown princess Ingrid-Alexandra rather than advancing ahead and having to interact with the royal boors from the island kingdom.

Queen Maxima King Willem-Alexander & Crown princess Catharina-Amalia, Princess of Orange

Next up, the gathering gets really warm and genuine. The Dutch prince Constantijn, preceded by his wife Laurentien. They were known and their reception congenial. They were followed by the big warm embrace of King Willem-Alexander for his good friend King Haakon VIII. Their interaction was companiable, relaxed and respectful. Both men rests their right hand on the others arm/shoulder and are in agreement and support for the other. Along then comes my favourite royal, Queen Maxima. She is incredibly well-educated, confident, professional and has the sexiest walk going in any royal court. Just look at her walk down the aisle on entering Westminster Abbey at William and Catherine’s beautiful wedding on April 29, 2011, Jacob, 4th Baron Rothschild’s 75th birthday. She chats up Haakon and after having witnessed William and Anne yapping to excess, with a dismissive hand wave, Maxima slapped aside the malodourous presence of William and Anne at court.

Queen Maxima & King Willem-Alexander

Never once was crown princess Ingrid Alexandra recoiling by holding her hand on her heart with King Willem-Alexander. The most beautiful discovery of this gathering of royals at the Norwegian court was crown princess Catharina-Amalia, Princess of Orange. Poised, genuine and possessed of her mother Queen Maxima’s forthrightness, she was a refreshing discovery.

Now look at the interaction of two future Queens; both emotionally intelligent, plus warm and open towards each other – the mutual respect is admirable. They have far more important things to discuss and far more in common than to be focussed on trifling psychodrama consuming the House of Windsor. Why would the two princesses not be so keenly and genuinely engaged with each other.

Dutch & Swedish royals pay homage to Norwegian royals

Both princesses remain holding the other by the upper arm whilst caressing their loving warmth via a thumb massage; all the while, their heads are tilted to the one side whilst looking directly, lovingly into the other’s soul, filling each other up and displaying their trust in each other. After crown princess Catharina-Amalia, Princess of Orange came the diminutive princess Beatrix who abdicated in favour of her son, King Willem-Alexander. These northern European royals are all fairly close and it showed in their warm relaxed interactions.

As though ridding her aura of the stench that was Anne and William and their seedy gossip, Swedish crown princess Victoria, brushed her face before warmly stepping up and giving her beloved Haakon VIII a warm hug, kisses on both cheeks and with a raised chin looked into Haakon’s very soul buoying up his spirits. Then along come Prince Daniel, Victoria’s husband, whom I suspect is an older soul, forthrightly reaching in, gives Haakon a big warm hug, looks into him and grabbing him both both upper arms, shakes and grounds him with sound advice which no other royal, save perhaps Frederik X could have. It was obvious that on Daniel’s persistent, Haakon became grounded and reassured of the Swedish prince’s unwavering support. There is no way that William could have done this, which is all the more reason why their talking to excess and being mealymouthed was totally uncalled for. Prince Daniel then moved on and also gave a bear hug to Queen Sonja.

King Carl XVI Gustaf, crown princess Victoria & prince Daniel

Moving along, Ingrid Alexandra also gets a hug from Daniel. In each instance, he reaches up his right arm inviting his subject to partake in a bear hug. This is another reason why I suspect that he is an older soul. He is like a centuries old Sitka, he wants to radiate and infuse the subject his focussed love, warmth and acceptance. Daniel is rather shamanic.

Crown princess Victoria of Sweden eulogising her godfather King Harald V

Princess Victoria’s dress was rather stunning. Next up, the ever elegant lastborn of King Carl XVI Gustaf’s three children, Princess Madeleine. Her American husband was present and she did wear a pillbox hat and performed a graceful curtsey. Madeleine was then followed by her sister-in-law, princess Sofia who won the day for best hat. Sofia’s hat was a black netted flapper affair, which added to her charm of the delicate Swedish beauty with the sexy gap-toothed smile.

Princess Sofia & prince Carl Philip of Sweden

When Madeleine’s American husband greets the Norwegian King, it is formal and adroit. They are not close and he has married in; however, there is no hauteur on Haakon’s part. The couple who follows Mr. O’Neil I do suspect is Princess Alexandra, daughter of King Frederik X’s aunt, Princess Benedikte and her spouse. Either way, the couple are the last couple to be seen greeting King Haakon VIII.

Queen Philippa of Sweden, Denmark & Norway

What was telling in the close bond between the Nordic royals. This is perfectly understandable, all three countries Sweden, Denmark and Norway previously formed a kingdom. Interesting tidbit, the current UK second in line, Prince George was previously the daughter of both William and Catherine and she went on to be the very competent Queen of Sweden, Denmark and Norway.

King Haakon VIII of Norway

Seeing King Frederik X grab and hug his jogging partner King Haakon VIII was good to have observed. King Willem-Alexander also gave Haakon VIII a big hug; their interaction was warm and sincere.

Missing man formation.
Princess Astrid

Sweet and blissful dreams to the indefatigable Princess Astrid, older brother of King Harald who died two days after her brother’s funeral.

Haakon VIII

Bond, James Bond? No darling, Haakon VIII. Nothing beats that Lincoln Continental convertible any day of the week. And look at Haakon VIII’s swagger. He is the real deal! The King rolling up to take his oath before the Norwegian parliament and people looking like a Boss!

Members of the Glücksburg dynasty at the passing of King Harald V.

Here’s to Life. Shirley Horn North Sea Jazz Festival 1994

A fitting send off to the universally loved, King Harald V of Norway. Sweet and blissful dreams…

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Two rats during the course of eighteen months produce one million offspring. You’ve long transcended being a cultural infestation; you are a fucking plague and Karma, that most vicious of cunts, will yet dispense with you!

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Piñatas Get Whacked!

Queen Margrethe II 16.4.1940 Dragon 7.2.7 = 7

I have always admired this Queen, Margrethe II, and it never failed to impress on me that she is possessed of three 7s. That’s a powerhouse. Thus it was that during her New Year’s message when she announced that she was going to abdicate on January 14, 2024, the 52nd anniversary of her ascension, I wickedly howled then exclaimed, “And that is how you whack a piñata!” Despite that little battyfaced fabulist in the Fisher Price château, spending 25 minutes talking readily fished filler on Google, I knew without doubt Margrethe II’s reason for abdicating – the Danish constitution forbids the monarch from divorcing!

Crown Princess Mary of Denmark, breaks down in public whilst in New Zealand

So as the beautiful Crown Princess Mary had a meltdown in New Zealand over the Christmas break after being humilated by that orbital minor aristocrat with big dreams inspired by Queen Camilla, at all of three 7s, Margrethe had other ideas. No, indeed, unlike her recently departed third cousin, HLM Queen Elizabeth II, Margrethe II had no intentions of having her beloved grandchildren (Crown Prince Christian, Princess Isabella, Prince Vincent & Princess Josephine) endure the mental/emotional stress of a divorce’s fallout. Like a truly shrewd/amoral woman with first number of 7, Margrethe II signed the abdication papers at the Danish Parliament, got up, her grandson, Crown Prince Christian handed her, her cane and with that she announced, “God Save The King” turned and walked out, all before King Frederik X could sign and thus officially become king.

Trying to force a divorce by calling the paparazzi and masquerading the morning after in Madrid

Two libidinous piñatas whacked with the stroke of a pen. No need, lovely Mary to feel dispair and break down in public, Margrethe II has got things in control. Margrethe II was Queen for half a century; she’s got balls and knows her power. No protracted drama in the tabloids of cheating, scandals, separation, divorce and a possible remarriage replete with mariachi band for aspirant Danish Camilla.

King Frederik X & Queen Mary, January 14, 2024, Copenhagen

So before you could fan yourself and throw some serious side eye, Conchita deleted her social media presence within days of Mary rightfully taking her place in history as Queen, not having been divorced and dispensed with à la Diana, Princess of Wales to be replaced by a Camilla full of fillers. In short order, Margrethe II signed those documents, grabbed her cane and declared, ‘Now get out there and make my grandchildren’s mother, Mary, your Queen!” Damn right, Margrethe II does not run a pantomime.

George, Louis, Catherine & King Charles III at Sandringham, Christmas Day, 2023

Speaking of piñatas getting whacked… On Boxing Day, (December 26, 2023) I awoke from a rather lucid dream that was brief but potent; it was the last dream before awaking that day in late afternoon. In this the final dream, I came to where there was a couple engaged in kinky sexual play. Initially, the couple’s identity was not readily discernible as I came to in midstride into a bedroom where the couples heads were closer to me and down. Over the bottom’s right shoulder, the top partner’s head was buried whilst aggressively ploughing the bottom whose hands were bound to the bedposts with head turned away to left; the bottom was clearly gagged. The room was dimly lit and sparsely furnished. Ritualised, the couple hardly made noise, save for the bed’s motion; it was rough play.

Rough Play Bed

Abruptly, the top got from the bed and it proved to be Catherine; she would stilettos, a glossy PVC black bodysuit and wore a rather large-headed, upturned strapon. Aggressively, she took her leave of the room with William, #Peggalicius, remaining in bed spent. Prior to that, I had come to in another dream encounter with Catherine. This time, I onlooked as she arrived on what I assumed was Mustique where traditionally the family vacations at the home of the late Princess Margaret. This, though, was much too heavily trafficked; there were lots of yachts in the crystalline waters. I decided that for such a private island, there were too many super yachts here. Could it be St. Thomas U. S. Virgin Islands; however, there were no cruise ships. Not until several days later, in mid-January did the dream’s locale make sense. I then realised that the dream undoubtedly was set in St. Barths.

I swooped down from onhigh, after having arrived in an intensely lucid flying dream. I alighted and as I walked unobserved, I knew that my astrally projected dream body remained invisible. I strode along after a party of about eight persons. I continued on as the party was well removed from the noise and play of the wealthy persons about. There was a tall woman in a colourful muumuu, wearing a broadrimmed straw hat, large shades with blonde hair that bobbed at her shoulders. Stunned was I as I watched the overweight woman, once in a large private suite, get out of a fatsuit, toss aside the blonde wig on the bed, revealing that it was Catherine in disguise. She then came outside to a walled courtyard where a riot of creaping bourgainvillea blooms crowned the awning, affording shade and privacy. She sat in a long white lounge chair, wearing large predatory black shades whilst firmly speaking to someone on the large white phone; her tone was raspish, vile… predatory.

Dream foretelling HM Queen Elizabeth II’s passing

As with the preceding dream, it was dreamt on the eve of the73rd birthday of Prince Charles, the Prince of Wales in November, 2021. Readily, I committed the dream to this blog as I instinctually knew that HM The Queen would pass within the coming year; the following early September, 2022, she passed. There would be little credibility to the dream if I were to have shared it after The Queen’s passing. I awoke and knew straight away that I had to share the prophetic dream. So, too, were these sequential dreams of Catherine, Princess of Wales on Boxing Day, 2023, possessed of the sense of knowing and they were dreams which presaged things to come.

Top to Bottom: Centuries Old English Oak, Cedar of Lebanon at Althorp House & Millennial Yew

The next dream of a senior royal occurred just a couple of days after New Year’s Day, 2024. Since becoming sovereign in September, 2022, it was the first dream had of King Charles III. It is not uncommon to dream of persons with whom you have past life history that was positive; if they happen to be famous and thus recognisable from the waking state in the dreamtime, it is rare. Most times, such persons may well be alive but unkown to self and therefore a mystery though familiar in the dreamtime. This dream was one of high moment. HM King Charles III wore the most glorious saffron robe that was not golden and it draped on the zingy grass after him.

Healing Park of Tuning Fork Trees

Just as in the above dream entitled, “Come on, Let’s Go For A Ride!” All the trees here as in that park were perfectly shaped into topiary tuning forks. They were massive on the order of the giant redwoods of the American northwest; however, here these trees easily were thrice as tall as those ones. The air was pure and inordinately oxygen rich. There were only three types of trees in the dream as represented above: oaks, evergreens and yews, each a colassal trunked column whose branches halved and towered upwards forming perfect tuning forks. I had been in this place before, though, never with Merlin. I had been measurably gliding along drinking in the super negative ions of the place, upping my frequency in the process. I had thrown open my eyes and seen King Charles III coming towards me. Immediately, his exposed hands did not betray the thickened fingers of the waking state; they were long digits that were fluid, sensitive… creative. His age here betrayed his agedness of spirit; King Charles III is a seventh level mature warrior soul – Prince Archie, by the way, is also seventh level mature but a priest soul. They are both the oldest souls of all the senior royals whose overleaves I am aware of. These three majestic arborial species were triple-rowed and along a wide path that easily was wider and longer by ten times than both Windsor Castle’s and Blenheim Palace’s long walks.

Buster Meditating in Pyramid flanked by three George Hawkens, A Bill Reid & A Henry Moore

Comfortably ensconced in my trusty pyramid and lucidly self-aware, I began upping my vibration, drawing in the power and frequency of the trees about me. Swirling about me, the energy soon took on hues of blue-white light, which I directed upwards and outwards whilst King Charles III stood comfortably distant. The light grew more intense, the power more potent until effortlessly my lids fluttered and I awoke with the crystals still in place at the chakra points which rarely they remain during sleep.

Harry & his pa, Charles and his darling boy

Days later, as I looked at live TV, Prince Charles’s former communications secretary, Kristina Kyriacou, said on ITV, “No one could make Prince Charles laugh louder than Prince Harry could…” At that moment, you could have heard a pin drop; no one was better placed to have known this. Indeed, half of King Charles III’s healing was doubtless affected as Prince Harry walked into the salon at Clarence House and they greeted each other, “Hi pa” “Oh my darling boy,” they hugged and both lost tears. Nothing else, not the fabulist bullshit of that battyfaced crossdresser or the other royal experts whether outed by Archie Manners or not – they are all the fucking same… blithering, snobbish, bullshit artists.

EE BAFTA Awards Statuets

Talk about guilty conscience. Just looked at the 2024 EE BAFTA Awards and darling, I honestly had no clue that the shitty li’l racist island’s BAFTAs was specifically an awards ceremony for Blacks. Naturally, as #Peggalicious is president of BAFTA, the #EtonianPoofter has seen fit to fight back against the family having been categorically outed in Omid Scobie’s Endgame as dire anti-Black racists – as if it were not readily obvious at Prince Harry & Meghan’s wedding. Of course, going by those dreams, King Charles III would turn out to be stricken with cancer, hence the giant yew trees in the energy transference dream encounter – extracts from yew bark is used in cancer treatments. Of course, what better way to be rid of the otiose #Middledumb zombie but to push for a divorce. Naturally, as all is slight of hand with The Firm, Catherine has been mysteriously ill and indisposed for a least several months – has she been embalmed and The Firm awaiting the right time to stage the news and disposal. As per the dream, I rather suspect that whilst at Sandringham at Christmas, #Peggalicious violently demanded a divorce, #Middledumb the mute dominatrix, fled to Bucklebury and hightailed it to St. Barths by private jet, in cropped blonde wig and fatsuit no less, where for now, she is staying put with 80m£ worth of missing royal jewels.

HM King James I & his lover, George Villiers the Duke of Buckingham

Christian Jones, the Duke of Buckingham & Norfolk and Peggalicious besotted & Incandescent

Certainly, I cannot see them offering #Middledumb more than 40m£ to go away. Naturally, she has taken flight, not wanting to suffer the same fate that befell the eternally beautiful, Diana, Princess of Wales. It most certainly will be interesting to see if in due course, #Peggalicious makes Christian Jones, Duke of Buckingham & Norfolk; King James I certainly set the tone when making his lover, George Villiers, the Duke of Buckingham.

#Middlemuted Missing but is she missed?

Is it piñata whacking time one wonders?

At the one hour & twelfth minute mark of this landmark live performance in New York City on December 4, 1992, Diana Ross performs the best rendition of Strange Fruit since Billie Holiday. And what a stellar assembly of Jazz musicians it was!

Liner Notes:

Arranged By [Music Arranged By] – Gil Askey
[The BIg Band], Alto Saxophone – Frank Wess (tracks: 15 to 18), Justin Robinson (tracks: 15 to 18)
[The BIg Band], Baritone Saxophone – Gary Smulyan (tracks: 15 to 18)
[The BIg Band], Bass – Ron Carter (tracks: 15 to 18)
[The BIg Band], Drums – Grady Tate (tracks: 15 to 18)
[The BIg Band], Guitar – Ted Dunbar (tracks: 15 to 18)
[The BIg Band], Piano – Barry Harris (2) (tracks: 15 to 18)
[The BIg Band], Tenor Saxophone – Jerome Richardson (tracks: 15 to 18), Ralph Moore (2) (tracks: 15 to 18)
[The BIg Band], Trombone – Garnett Brown (tracks: 15 to 18), Slide Hampton (tracks: 15 to 18), Urbie Greene* (tracks: 15 to 18)
[The BIg Band], Trumpet – Gil Askey (tracks: 15 to 18), John Longo (tracks: 15 to 18), Jon Faddis (tracks: 16 to 19), Roy Hargrove (tracks: 15 to 18), Stanton Davis (tracks: 15 to 18)
[The Band], Alto Saxophone – Justin Robinson (tracks: 1 to 10)
[The Band], Bass – Ron Carter (tracks: 1 to 10)
[The Band], Drums – Grady Tate (tracks: 1 to 10)
[The Band], Guitar – Ted Dunbar (tracks: 1 to 10)
[The Band], Piano – Barry Harris (2) (tracks: 1 to 10)
[The Band], Tenor Saxophone – Ralph Moore (2) (tracks: 1 to 10)
[The Band], Trombone – Urbie Greene* (tracks: 1 to 10)
[The Band], Trumpet – Gil Askey (tracks: 1 to 10), Jon Faddis (tracks: 1 to 10), Roy Hargrove (tracks: 1 to 10)
[The Sextet], Drums – Grady Tate (tracks: 11 to 14)
[The Sextet], Piano – Bobby Tucker (tracks: 11 to 14)
[The Sextet], Tenor Saxophone – Jerome Richardson (tracks: 11 to 14)
[The Sextet], Trombone – Garnett Brown (tracks: 11 to 14)
[The Sextet], Trumpet – Gil Askey (tracks: 11 to 14), Jon Faddis (tracks: 11 to 14)
Executive Producer – Diana Ross
Leader [Music Director] – Jon Faddis
Producer – Ben Sidran
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Rage! Especially at a time like this, rage is the passion one feels at you having the audacity to speciously claim that Jazz has its roots in Klezmer… live on-air! You just know that faster than a sneeze, I was manically dialling up JazzFM and vituperatively emasculating the little fabulist fraud. You can squat all over the culture all you want; however, you are to Jazz what wings are to ostriches. Seriously, what do ostriches know of flight? More to the point, eagles do not give a goddamn that ostriches have wings. The audacity of you as one, enraptured by the language of Jazz, stratospherically soars twenty thousand feet above the oddity of you stealing, squatting… noise-making! Happy Black history month. Jazz, above all else, is the spiritual manifestation of that intensely enriched Black history!

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