Coronation Day

[poliphilo]

I have lived under 11 prime ministers. I was counting them on my fingers in bed last night. At first I made it ten, but then I realised I'd forgotten Sir Alec Douglas Home (which is easily done). You know what? I was at school briefly with a distant relative of Sir Alec's. At least I suppose they were related: they were both Scottish nobilty and both had Douglas in their hyphenated surnames, so surely they were cousins? Anyway, my man's name  was Lord Patrick Douglas Hamilton- and he was charming, dithery and lank-haired and  kept a duelling pistol in his locker.  My sort-of-friend D- who liked to think he was an aristo too- was desperately jealous of Lord Patrick and tormented him to the point where he threw up his hands and left our school and got himself educated privately instead. What a shame! D is now a mighty international banker (you don't know how tempted I was to substitute a "w" for the "b") and Lord Patrick.....

Well, I just Googled him and am happy to report  he's still alive. He shows up in an online studbook called Descendants of William the Conqueror and his entry reads

Birth: 1950
    Christening:
          Death: *
         Burial:
Cause of Death:
          AFN #: 

Isn't that grim? The grave gapes for him. A virtual prize will be awarded to anyone who can plausibly explain what AFN# means.

The only other fragment of information I can find is that his ex-wife- Lady Lulu- is now married to Mathew Benson the seriously wealthy, Oxford chum of current Tory leader David Cameron. 

Which brings us back to where we started- more or less.

So- prime ministers: What was I saying? Ah, yes.  A new one is coronated today. Which raises my score to 12. 

And that's all I'm saying. I won't rail or mock. Tomorrow maybe, but not today. Blair has gone. Savour the moment.  And where there's death there's hope...

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Re: I see..

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Thanks.