Mme. Roux is going hunting. There’s
rarely anything like the sight of an occasional visitor cleaning an elephant
gun at the kitchen table to put one off the cornflakes. I’d not heard the news
you see. She has and she has it in mind to bag a few Frenchmen. “See how they
like the long shots,” she says.
It
seems that the Duchess of Cambridge was photographed topless whilst abroad. Not
being someone to play up to the paps on the way up and now whining when mission
accomplished it’s all a bit seedy for me. Put it this way, if I found some
toerag with a big camera lurking near my windows I’d probably have certain
opinions on the matter. Oddly it’s because the Duchess seems like a nice girl
in a young marriage that it offends Mme. Roux so much. Certainly it’s not
because of some rosy image in the Royal line. Mme. Roux knew Prince George
Edward back in the 30s during the days of white mischief. A fellow who’d bed
anything that could get into it, alleged lover of Noel Coward, and drug fiend -
Mme. Roux wouldn’t care if he had been outed. Which he had, but not everyone
cares to know.
“Edward
VII brought the monarchy back to popularity,” she says, knowing my mind. “Son
and heir to Victoria, the Empress was so unpopular in her later years that it
took her rogering, illegally gambling, famous friend-to-Parisian-brothels
offspring to make things right in the world. Edward VIII shacked up with that
blasted Simpson woman, and I can tell you tales of the whips and the mistress
there!” she doubtless could too. I’ve heard all about Mountbatten from her in
much the same vein. Indeed, the current so-called scandals in more recent years
pale to rather ordinary little affairs that elicit outrage only amongst those
that don’t care to spend a few minutes on the history of the 20th
Century. “And as for Peggy,” she means the Queen’s sister, “well, we had some
times.”
So
because of this it offends her that where a marriage is young and without scandal
in the House there has to be one; that isn’t one at all. She laughed off the
recent story of ‘young, single army officer about to go to war caught with a
woman in the privacy of a hotel bedroom’ but this, this seems to have been the
point that has set her to deerstalker and thrashing stick. “Plunge the
hypocrites and rotters,” she says, “but not those yet to be, if at all.”
I
can’t say I blame her.
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