Thursday 14 October 2010

Oh Dear, Poor Thing!

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There is not much news around other than the amazing and completely absorbing rescue of the trapped Chilean miners, but one very unimportant story caught my attention and encouraged a bit of the Bolshie streak I’ve developed in recent years.

It seems that Princess Beatrice broke down and wept after crashing her car in London on Wednesday. Oh dear! Poor thing!

It’s not the crash that interested me as much as the press reporting that this young lady is fifth in line to the throne. So what, I ask? God forbid that anything should happen to Prince Charles or his sons or the Princess Royal, but why would we want Beatrice as our monarch? And if not, why bother mentioning her in the utterly meaningless monarchy league-table?

The papers also reported that a royal protection officer dealt with the nasty business of exchanging details with the drivers of the other vehicles and organising a replacement car. Would that we all had someone like this to sort things out for us in these situations but, of course, I’m being facetious. More importantly, I ask why we should have to pay for this privileged young lady and her sister to be escorted everywhere by presumably-armed police officers at an annual estimated cost of £250,000?

I am an ardent monarchist but, really, there are limits! Let this young lady sort out her own problems and get on with her life without costing the British taxpayer a single penny.

There now, I’ve said it!
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