Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Quick, rush over to Jeff's place. He's appalled - do you hear me? - appalled that the birth of a son to Earl and Countess of Wessex has bumped the Princess Royal down to tenth in line to the throne. 'The archaic law,' thunders Jeff, 'that suggests that every woman should be pushed aside in favour of a man when it comes to ascending the throne is obscene.' Blimey. But does Jeff grasp the full extent of the problem of the succession? For example, only 1207 people have to die suddenly for Charles Dobkin, son of Immaculada Dobkin to become King; if he dies, John, another son of Immaculada, gets the job; and, if he kicks the bucket, Anthony, Immaculada's third male sprog, will reign over us. One way or another, we could easily end up with a King Dobbo. I am not making this up. The awful thing is that even if 1345 people suddenly buy the farm, I still don't get a look-in. In that case we'll have Queen Franzsika, lovely daughter of Countess Friederike-Christiane of Castell-Castell. I can't help feeling I'm better qualified.
Posted by Bryan Appleyard at 4:28 pm