And just like that, after 173 days of gossip, conspiracies and dire prognostications, Catherine returned in her best “fuck you bitch, I’m not a fucking racist” Naugahyde-tight facelift replete with scar at the left eye. And even though it was plain to see that no hyena-grinning White female pushing her mid-forties could look so youthful, there were the mere mortals, claiming that her cancer treatment was clearly going well and that Catherine was truly coming around. Oh bitches please, this was yet another transparent PR stunt, like the Mother’s day photograph photoshop fiasco & the AI-generated cancer announcement video, and it was masterfully, transparently executed. So much froideur that for the first time, there was Prince George sat between the estranged Waleses as they rode down the Mall to Buckingham Palace at the start of the trooping the colour parade, 2024.

What a difference a facelift and a disappearing act can do for one’s image. At the Royal Variety Performance in 2023, Catherine was outed that very day as the royal racist. 173 Days later, after having last been seen on Christmas Day, 2023, Catherine re-emerges, heroine, Queen of the Karens, the White tribe’s true Queen. Pulled back and beatific, Catherine grinned with abundant venom as the kingdom’s mere mortals and the world were now truly at her feet. Resoundingly resurrected, not only could she now do no wrong, but, more importantly, had never done any wrong. Now thanks to their lies, every time one spoke of the heroically returned Catherine, one would refer to her as having fared winningly in her ongoing cancer struggle – how pray tell could one then attack a cancer patient?

Another perfectly good example of Charles and William telling any damn lie just to deny Meghan being in any capacity associated with the House of Windsor, is evident in the Buckingham Palace balcony photograph at Trooping the Colour, 2024. How goddamn stupid are Charles, Camilla, William and Catherine? They have steadfastly claimed that Buckingham Palace balcony appearances are for the privilege of working royals.

Then if that is the case, since when was crossdressing Gollum a working royal? There was she, the cock-eyed spook, stood on the balcony with her doubly queer parents, when decidedly not a working royal. All these arbitrary semantics prove that the non-working royals assignation is merely House of Windsor apartheid designed for the exclusion of Harry and his Black wife. They no longer care how utterly transparent their lies appear the world over; you are all mere mortals and to hell with what you think.

Catherine Remembrance Sunday 2023, and looking not unlike Bette Davis after her prime

A slight tweak here, a slight tweak there, which sees the eyebrows arched higher up the forehead. Most definitely, Catherine did have a facelift; the subtleties of the work done was such that it would be hard to think that she had. Obviously, it would have been more obvious had she been resurrected with lips like vulgar celebrities, which leaves them with a mouth that looks like a plush and plump, well-fisted anus spent all night in a sling at a bathhouse dungeon. Never in the history of a cancer-stricken patient has their visage experienced a ten-year age reversal as was glaringly on display in mid-June, 2024 after 173 days out of sight.

Of course, the wonderful thing about the royals and to a larger degree some Whites is, as is abundantly clear with Donald Trump, that one simply can evade criticism and accountability for virtue of one’s Whiteness – white privilege. One of the rather interesting takeaways from this whole bit of stagecraft, it is theatre after all, is how with her elusive disappearance, Catherine suddenly became vilified. She was at once a mystery, missing in action, she was the subject of fearful speculations. This, interestingly enough, parallels the experience that Meghan for being a ‘Yank’ and Black provoked in both the royals and most garden variety bigots on either side of the pond. What you do not know, you fear, ridicule and objectify. We all assumed, in the worse case scenario as spouted on social media, that Catherine was embalmed and awaiting the right time for the palace to break it to the public.

Of course, nothing could have been further from the truth. The mere mortals were swindled; however, Catherine and indeed the royals will never be held to account for this callous manipulation and betrayal of trust. You are all mere mortals and they do not give a fuck. The reason why the Mother’s Day photograph was manipulated and photo agencies subsequently dismissed Kensington Palace as lacking credibility, was because Catherine’s real face was recovering from a facelift.

Of course, it would appear that abdominal surgery is a euphemism for facelift when it comes to the royals. Claim you’ve got cancer and the unforgiveable betrayal of disappearing for a facelift will readily be forgiven. And just like that, Catherine has her phoenix moment, she is resurrected thanks to posh folks abdominal surgery and now her face at 50 won’t have to look like Bette Davis’. Trying to tell me that White don’t crack. Girl you crazy!

And why not? If this god fugly woman can now be deemed Queen, admirable and virtuous after what she did to Diana, Princess of Wales and, in particular, Prince Harry, then Catherine too will be adored and fawned over by mere mortals. It is, after all, a pantomime at the mere mortals’ expense and what do they care. The cheek of these clumsy buggers is that Catherine’s cancer announcement video was AI-generated because in the long run, she could never be accused of having lied to the public as it was not truly her. Similarly, her post-facelift visage would still have been puffy and bloated as in the snap taken with Carole Middleton driving in Berkshire. Also, for this reason, there was a fake Catherine spotted out and about at the Windsor Farm Shop.

Had Diana, Princess of Wales lived, she would never have looked a rough fright like Catherine in November, 2023, which is why all the King’s (but we know it’s really Queen’s) lisping twats devised their latest twist in the millennia-aged pantomime. In the above photograph, in which she looks considerably older than she did at trooping the colour in June, 2024, Catherine was sat at Wimbledon 2018, not giving two fucks about telegraphing her utter, racially predatory animus towards Meghan. Keep buying into the narrative of Meghan made Catherine cry all you want; it is bullshit – it did not happen as Camilla Tominey alleged.

That is 9 energy body being vile, vicious, and openly hostile, in the Wimbledon 2018 photograph, whilst rejecting Meghan and putting the world on notice that she did not want this damn ‘thing’ in her court.

Canadian PM Brian Mulroney & Michael Jackson

There are either three or four chances to be any energy body: 1, 10, 19 & 28, 2, 11, 20 & 29 and so on. Each number has a distinct focus. It is, for instance, no surprise to any numerologist that Prime Minister Brian Mulroney had the best state funeral in Canadian history. He was born on the 20th of the month, and like all 2 energy body persons, (Michael Jackson 29th of August) music and singing at the drop of a hat is the essence of our being – I’m born on 2nd of month. That is why everyone, including governor-general Adrienne Clarkson, grabbed their kerchief and started smiling whilst wiping away loving tears when Brian Mulroney joined in on the final verse of “When Irish Eyes Are Smiling” during a duet between his granddaughter, Elizabeth Lapham and a soloist, Marc Hervieux. Then if that were not enough to win you over anew, he started singing, “We’ll Meet Again,” as his casket began leaving Montréal’s Notre-Dame basilica. “Oh fuck it all! Bravo!” I yelled, stood up and began crying and clapping for joy because to the very end, he validated his twoness – he was representing! A nine energy body would never think to plan any such moments in their funeral, but a 2 energy body certainly would.

When this revelation occurred at The Queen’s Platinum Jubilee parade, I was stunned. Apart from having known his numerology, it still served as insights to the dynamics of his parents’ relations and more. This was not normal behaviour and his vulgar rudeness towards his mother was both embarrassing and startling. Clearly, Louis was mimicking his father’s behaviour towards his beleaguered mother, Catherine.

Then, at trooping the colour, 2024, I saw this gem! Well, of course, his energy body of five would naturally respond through movement. This child is not crazy, is not on the spectrum, is not an ADHD sufferer. He is just a boy and a five energy body born on the 23rd day of the month. These are the high octane adventure-loving, energy junkies who jump out of planes, wrestle alligators; they are the ultimate fearless adventurers. What is really sad is that he will likely be straitjacketed into being the enfant terrible #SPARE to foil aspects of George and Charlotte’s personalities. Prince George does have a fourth number of 5, which means he will be revealed to have indulged in some form of sexual scandal, infamy, perversion like his father, Prince William, grandfather, King Charles III, and great uncle, Prince Andrew.

Louis is, in fact, a dead ringer for actor, John Travolta’s son, Benji. Benji is also born on the 23rd day, in his case 23rd, November. As such, he is perfectly parented by his father and mother previously. There will not be any drugs to treat a diagnosed ADHD, rather, Travolta’s son is allowed to let his five energy body flower into its true centre by being an energetic gymnast. Benji represents what a male child who is born on the 23rd with five energy body ought ideally to be. There is no one ever, as with George and Charlotte, telling him to be still, behave and stop doing that; Benji is not seen as an embarrassment. Within the institution of monarchy, it is very likely that Louis will not fare as well as Benji into the family that he was born. Benji is a loved child and allowed to be, to explore the wonderment of his five energy body. I always think of five energy body boys as having been long-lived or physically confined in their immediate past life. Think of someone having lived to 101 years old and been physically incapacitated in some way by age or severe illness. Well guess what, such a soul is likely going to choose a next life of being energetically boundless and ready to suck the energy and joy out of every moment in life on their return. Louis is a wonderful manifestation of an energy body of five male, hopefully he will not become compromised and be a scapegoat #SPARE to cover the sins of his older siblings as has obviously been the case for uncle, Princes Harry and great-uncle Prince Andrew two generations before him.

Simone Biles, champion American gymnast. Simone was born 14.3.1997, year of the Ox. 5.8.7 = 2. She epitomises what 5 energy body, in this case in a female, will manifest when fully focussed in harmony with the essence of 5 energy body. In that initial video from The Late Queen’s platinum jubilee parade, whilst Louis acted up, George can be seen covering his face in embarrassment and an exasperated Charlotte looking at him in frustration for acting up in public. Both responses indicate that every effort will be made to make Louis stop being an embarrassment, stop acting up and as they mature, both siblings will simply shun him and treat him as though a freak. Louis needs to be allowed to rock-climb, explore gymnastics and any manner of sport, just make sure it is highly safe.

Everything that Harry does, there will be his obsessed, hateful, jealous brother, William, mimicking his actions and behaviour. Harry, treats his wife and mother of his children, whom he especially loves, like the Queen that she is. Along with all the posturing at Royal Ascot – William being touchy feely with cousins, all for show and especially after the great swindle that saw his tolerated wife resurrected with a new, tighter face.

There was William at Royal Ascot, 2024, displaying gallantry that’s not innately his, and which surely he has hardly ever shown his wife. Everything that William does is pure mimicry as he remains deeply focussed in his racially predatory obsession with his brother, Prince Harry, and his Black wife, Meghan. He will ever feel betrayed by Harry because all his life, he had treated Harry like shit and expected him to be his foil, bottom, whipping post – funny all that for someone who’s deeply focussed on being pegged, which trust you me is always a prelude to fisting and being ridden like a horse by mechanical dildos. Enough about William and Catherine for now.

Disregard the bias reporting, what is key to note is how Zara Tindall makes it her business to engage with both Harry & Meghan. The others are cautious, unsure. Also, they know that they cannot run afoul of William; however, Zara fears no one and does as is her wont.

Zara not only has a 2 mindset but also like Princess Margaret, Meghan & Queen Elizabeth, The Queen mother, Zara is possessed of master number 11. Of course, Meghan & QEQM (Queen Elizabeth The Queen Mother) also share the exact same numerology (4.3.4 = 11). No matter how the tabloids and mindfucked Britons and others are, Meghan, Margaret, Zara and The Queen Mother have great charisma and for being possessed of master number 11, they are evolved empaths who are like a giant Sitka, or cedar of Lebanon.

Energy body of 6, like Prince Harry, they do not gladly suffer fools and do not do bullshit/drama. Second number of 2, mindset. She reads persons and will look directly into your eyes before hugging. She is quite simply magical. The 3 in third position, she is always going to be gracious even though loving to roar at the latest wicked gossip. Most of all, fourth number of 11, she is shamanic and has the ability, coupled with that 2, of deep empathy with humans, nature and animals.

Zara Tindall Royal Ascot, 2024

This is why this woman, Zara, is such a keen equestrian; she communicates with the animals on a level which could be described as transspecies telepathy. Most of all, as with Meghan and all fourth number of 11 persons, touching and hugging is an act of healing; she is literally sharing her essence with a hug but never before first making direct eye contact. Zara would have made a very able sovereign, truth be told.

Without doubt, she is the most handsome woman of the House of Windsor. And, until Meghan’s arrival, Zara was the most telegenically aware woman of the House of Windsor. Just look at her steal the show and in a few seconds created the most memorable moment of William & Catherine’s wedding. As her ever loving man, Mike Tindall, kept her humoured, Zara slipped a breath mint whilst continuing giggling as the newlyweds were backstage signing the registry. That was the most winning moment of that wedding, one in which the groom was half-asleep, tired and the wife regal, but her nerves shone through her ubiquitous gurning. The breath mint moment occurs at the 2 hour and 1 minute mark of the preceding video.

Look at Zara in action at Royal Ascot 2024, she is being a cedar of Lebanon, healing Lady Gabriella’s pain. Zara is on good terms with everyone; regardless what happens, she will never take sides. That is the trait of third number of 3, consummate diplomat.

Just look at the collective seething of the congregants of the isle of rabid racist boors as Harry and Meghan process to their seats whose placement validate what fucking petty, racist boors Charles, William and their spouses are. At that point, The Queen had no power, was waiting to get through the jubilee events, then head up to Balmoral and be nudged across the River Styx by her impatient heir of unveiled bigotry and vengefulness. Make no mistakes, the mere mortals of the Isle of racist boors readily turned racially predatory at the drop of the hat as guided to do so by the Carolean and Guglielean courts via the British tabloids.

Just look at the tension between the Waleses, Catherine finally manages to look William’s way and is readily rebuffed by some likely rude dismissal. Catherine has essentially been told to fuck off. Whatever is going on behind the scenes, though, she was permitted to show off her new face, as it is likely part of the complex divorce settlement, which will be announced at a later date, William still is not inclined to make nice with her. Of course, then too, if there is no divorce, just agreeing to officially live separately but come together for big occasions, then they will keep on faking it. This is how the pantomime is staged by its handlers, the tabloids, who have a vested interested in the storyline making them good money. For now, the tabloids will keep racially preying on Harry and Meghan, because nothing outsells anti-Black racism, especially at a time like now when truly terrified swine like Bower, Levin et al have to keep people distracted from the irreparable damage of the mess elsewhere that directly impacts them. Sorry, read the planet but you will never have the trust and respect of the 8 Billion ‘other’ again… know that.

It is plainly obvious as with Charles running around, kissing and handshaking everything that moves and being in cold rainy weather that neither he nor Catherine has had or has cancer. Lying is the way they confuse and toy with their subjects. They know damn well that no matter what lie they feed the mere mortals, the stupid isle of racist mongrels will ever fawn and lap it up. Catherine got from the carriage at Horse Guards Parade with greater ease in 2024 than the year prior at the same event. I think that there is also no happenstance that there is a single pin-like black spoke stabbing her hat; as all is symbolic, it is as though it is a gesture of stabbing a pin in the voodoo doll of being outed as the anti-Black racist royal. Truth be told, after the cancer ordeal lie, to cover the post facelift rehab, she will never be associated with the allegations of anti-Black racism again.

Don’t you worry your pretty little empty, gurning skull, sooner or later, Karma – like Bette in later years, will be most ugly as final arbiter. It was delicious to watch all the YouTube medium/pundits quickly remove their videos in which they were pretty sure Catherine was very much dead and likely murdered by William. Silly mere mortals, Catherine is in it for the long haul; she is way too power mad to vanish just like that. I for one am glad that she had not come to no good accidental end, owing to William’s mercurial temper; he is in the intellectual part of moving centre after all – shoot first, think later. He would now be a mess and never soon recover. They need to suck it up and keep on living a big fat odious lie, albeit now officially as separate entities, for the sake of the children. Certainly, it would not be the first time that this has historically occurred with senior royals.

If ever one needed reminder that the Waleses are obsessed with Harry and Meghan, the week of Princess Lilibet’s third birthday, when the Sussexes failed to have released a photo of their daughter as they hadn’t the month prior, one for Prince Archie’s fifth, along comes this pretentious offering by Catherine’s closeted sibling. Naturally, the plan had been to release this photo on the day of a release of a photo of Lilibet to try and eclipse said anticipated photo. So, when that did not occur, Fleet Street lynch mob operatives like Lady Tittydown de Grosse Fesse and Lady Edena Gomorrah continue ever attacking Harry and Meghan and praising the lazy racist left-behind so called working royals. Naturally, that abattoir “Palace Backstairs Mealymouths” threw up Inigo’s photo as none was forthcoming of Lilibet from Harry and Meghan.

Well, goddamn it, if there is to be an eventual divorce, she’s done the right thing and gotten a facelift. God only knows, she can’t go out there, looking like Bette Davis as gin-pickled Margo Channing when embarking on her very own Lauren Sanchez hustle. Eight billion and counting, lots of aggressively greedy hustling Eve Harringtons abound clawing, backstabbing and competing for billionaires… there are no guarantees, especially when Catherine is such a wooden, inarticulate bore.

So let’s just keep it real and reflect on all the glaring markers which have indicated that, though, Catherine was not embalmed for 173 days, her marriage certainly has been frozen over to glacial frigidity. Even in this clip at the polo, William seems to be seeing her at a public occasion whilst they were living separate lives and, certainly, he seemed in no mood to play nice for the cameras. Truly vulgar behaviour on his part.

This tense interlude occurred at the royal variety performance, on the same day that Catherine and Charles were named as the two racist royals referenced in Harry and Meghan’s interview with Oprah, and finally outed in Omid Scobie’s Endgame. The rudeness of The Waleses towards the Swedish royals, crown princess Victoria and her husband, Prince Daniel was alarming. Stood with their backs turned to their guests, the hosting Waleses never once made an effort to enjoin their visiting royal guests to partake of the evening’s socialising. The Swedes were not staffers, are perfectly fluent in English; there was no reason to have rudely ignored them.

For quite some time, Sophie has been privy to the goings on between William and Catherine. Sophie openly supports William in his war of attrition against the mother of the future King, George VII.

It was, let’s not forget, William who agreed long after his mother’s passing that she was mentally ill. If you think that a man who stands there and coolly betrays his own mother, would not wage a racially predatory campaign of attrition against his only brother, Prince Harry – at least by his mum, and Harry’s Black wife, Meghan, then you likely also believe in faeries and mermaids.

Again, Sophie’s support buddy bond, as William navigates his relations with Catherine, is validated in their codified readily legible communications.

Then there was yet another Buckingham Palace affair where, again, life at court progressed as it has for centuries: gossip, viciousness, betrayal and sabotage. Sophie and William are, indeed, two of a kind.

Indeed, life at court, since having driven off Harry and his eclipsing Black wife, has left the senior quadrant of the House of Windsor, faring no better than the folks of coal country Appalachia. What exactly has there been since Harry and Meghan have put the past behind them but a series of vicious campaigns whereby the long arms of both Charles and William interfere and try to sow discord and impede the success of the Sussexes beyond the fetid isle of racially predatory boors? Everything has their imprimatur all over it. Without Harry and Meghan’s star power and appeal, you are left with what exactly? The 2023 RBL remembrance festival at the Royal Albert Hall whereat Invictus Games was highlighted without either mention or picture of Prince Harry. Pulling one chicken little campaign after another whether at the Ms. Awards, Robert Kennedy Award, Living Legend of Aviation or ESPN’s Pat Tillman Award, they just keep getting hyper-deranged and shrieking like the loons that they are.

Seriously, what business is it of William’s that ESPN is affording Prince Harry an award for his work with veterans. Naturally, William via Kensington Palace gets Pat Tillman’s mother, pretty much as with Thomas Markle Sr. to go cussing out, in this case Harry, and saying he is not deserving of an award, which has positively nothing to do with Mr. Tillman’s mother. All the gutter sniping utterly similar to the tempest in a tea pot of hot gossip and vindictiveness over whether or not Archewell were insolvent or not, which California governor, Gavin Newsom had to stridently deny and defend both Archewell and the Sussexes’ integrity. What you’re left with is William wandering around New York harbour as though just having time-travelled from a two-fisted session at New York City’s Mineshaft in 1978.

Just remember darling, you can get your gurning blandoid face pulled back, looking like high-end latex, but you will always be, just boring assed Kate Middleton. Perhaps, too, that is why in the dream had in the past year, Catherine got from bed, got up as a dominatrix in shiny black bodysuit whilst wearing a strap on, having just ploughed William good. The shiny bodysuit could have been a reference to the facelift that she was about to undergo in preparation for eventual divorce and having to go out there and bag a billionaire. Girl get out that camisole, time to stalk the catwalk… again!

Regardless what the senior most royals say, they are never to be believed. Their actions time and again betray a deep-seated racial animus towards Blacks. Indeed, how could it not be; their phenomenal wealth is rooted in the last half millennium of exploitation and enslavement of Blacks, resulting in a culture of anti-Black racism to demonise the people to whom they owe serious karma as a result of slavery and serious human rights abuses. Facts do not lie and open distain for some and favouring others, on the part of royals, can never be ignored.

Not surprising surely that sat inside the door to Buckingham Palace balcony were smug as fuck intimates of William’s, Lord Frederick Windsor and his Jewish wife, Sophie Winkleman, along with ‘Ella’ who’s husband was offed less than six months earlier. Of course they are the son, daughter and daughter-in-law of Baroness Marie-Christine, she of the two black ewes named, Venus and Serena and who infamously wore the blackamoor brooch to Meghan’s first royal event at Buckingham Palace for The Queen’s Christmas lunch in 2017.

It is, after all, no longer the House of Windsor. William, Charles & their spouses, their network of close friends, simply do not want Blacks being part of their courts. Every excuse they have proffered, only betrays what poor liars they are, or perhaps they simply don’t care. Either way, the senior “working” royals hate Blacks and their racism will not cease with this generation; there is positively no reason for Harry and Meghan to know these people. Indeed, what these spiritually impoverished Appalachians have yet to realise, is that they are to Meghan what Thomas Markle Sr. is. These four are the same ones who manufactured the pre-emptive lies ahead of Harry & Meghan’s interview with Oprah.

Got a crisis? Rush someone into hospital to tug at the mere mortals’ heartstrings. Two lies they floated in advance of the Oprah interview that Prince Philip’s heart condition had precipitated him being hospitalised. This was so that when Philip inevitably died, Meghan would always be blamed for having caused undue suffering and the early death of a 99-year old man! Secondly, Meghan was accused of bullying and sure enough, the palace was about to launch an investigation. They were guilty and knew that there would be damaging revelations in the Oprah interview, so they went on the offensive. Matters not that Meghan appeared on TV series, Suits for 7 seasons which is an eternity in TV. Rule umber one, and this I know for having been the lover of Merlin’s a TV, film and stage director, “If someone is a problem, you write them out of the production or fire them – there is never any time for backstage drama.” Merlin always said, “It is called Showbiz not Showdrama for a reason.”

Funny isn’t it that to deal with the royal revelations of the two racist royals, off you go, the two named racist royals have hospital stays, then turn out to have cancer both, of course, betraying no credible signs of being cancer-stricken right down to a facelift after 173 days absence. The royals are a millennia-aged pantomime; however, do not ever forget that first and foremost it is showbiz! The economy is tanking further into recession and time to throw a royal wedding; this is the new House of Windsor edition of the pantomime. Harry and Meghan are going to talk to Oprah; quick, send grandpa off to hospital and launch a smear campaign against that damn Yank. Finally, outed as royal racists, quick both of you, enter the hospital, slip out the back, disappear, cry cancer and then return with a new face and the stigma of royal racist is vanquished once and for all.

Above all else, unfailingly turn out the various costume balls for the pantomime. Trooping the colour, Royal Ascot, Garter Service, Service of the Thistle, Remembrance Festival, Chelsea Flower Show, Braemar Games, Commonwealth Service, Christmas Carol Service, St. Patrick’s Day Ceremony, BAFTA Awards, Christmas at Sandringham. Sprinkled in all of that are a few state visits for more costume masquerade, all to keep the mere mortals duped and wanting more. Too, there is the business of royal births and the obsession with the royal children’s growth with their roles assigned by courtiers via the tabloids. Bitch who you tryin’ to fool?

Though it is the Carolean age, there is also very much a parallel court that of William’s, the Guglielean court. I think that it is safe to say of the latter court that it is a racist, petty, manipulative group with an affinity for waging a media campaign against the Sussexes and are keen sympathisers of the world’s most vile regime. Naturally, there is every award-deserving foot soldier, dissing and raising their rabid rear right leg and pissing all over Harry and Meghan’s white picket fence. Hate is big business, but as some no longer control the narrative – thanks to the searing images of recent months on social media, one had better fast start reading the planet.

Most of all, here’s to Nacho Figueras, who has proven himself a paragon of fealty to Harry and his wife, Meghan. Family is where you find it during the course of life’s journey and there is no truer brother for Harry than Nacho! Harry has all the family he will ever need, Meghan, Archie, Lilibet, Doria, Nacho, the Spencers, the inner core of the Invictus Games family and others chiefly in America. For Harry, it would be counterproductive for him and his family to be, in any capacity, associated with his brother and his brother’s toxic wife. Indeed, the power of stepping away, has left the spiritual Appalachians running around mad, obsessed and crying oy cancer to pull the wool over the eyes of the millennially living dead, because nothing they do can knock Harry and Meghan; they are reduced to telling lies and fabricating drama in tabloids rather than printing the news as is standard practice in the print medium.

Here’s to Harry and Meghan, Archewell, Invictus Games, American Riviera Orchard; I can’t wait to raise a glass of ARO rosé to your continued success!

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Ron Carter – Bass

Tony Williams – Drums

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What an honour it was to have briefly met Tony Williams back in the early 1990s when he played at Toronto’s best Jazz club. For me, experientially, the Bermuda Onion in Yorkville’s Bloor Street West (long gone now) was a place of great fellowship and inspiration.

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