A study in the function of the trivial
Nov. 1st, 2025 05:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustOf the first twelve pages of this morning's Guardian, six are devoted to the Andrew formerly known as Prince: this seems excessive. One examines Jonathon Ross's wardrobe in The Celebrity Traitors, which feels like an appropriate counterpoint. Two more are a double page advertisement. Clearly nothing of any importance is going on in the world.
I should, in theory, welcome the public declaration that being the son of the late monarch does not make you in any way special, and that all your honours can be removed at a stroke of the pen. Splendid! More of this, please! But this has been going on for two hundred years already, and it gets tedious.
I am earwormed by the verse:
Searching for a solid attribution for this, I found what looks like a really interesting and entirely relevant article which I have barely had time to skim-read, and from which I stole the title of this post.
I should, in theory, welcome the public declaration that being the son of the late monarch does not make you in any way special, and that all your honours can be removed at a stroke of the pen. Splendid! More of this, please! But this has been going on for two hundred years already, and it gets tedious.
I am earwormed by the verse:
Most Gracious Queen, we thee implore
Go away, and sin no more.
But if the effort prove too great
Go away at any rate.
Searching for a solid attribution for this, I found what looks like a really interesting and entirely relevant article which I have barely had time to skim-read, and from which I stole the title of this post.
