And no, this has nothing to do with The Funeral.
I’ve been watching The Crown and naturally I identify a bit with Margaret, because she’s the wild one (although so casually rude you wish someone would kick her).
So (I wonder) am I more like HRH the Queen’s sister, or her late Majesty?
Well, I instinctively vote for eccentricity over convention – and I AM very rude. Usually unintentionally, but still… I used to be pretty sexy, and I’m attracted to rock stars, particularly if they have beards and/or dreadlocks. I hate tweed, tartan and shooting things.
On the other hand, one increasingly finds oneself using the general pronoun ‘one’. One disapproves of vulgarity, unrestrained displays of emotion and public drunkenness. One also very much likes corgis, even much adulterated ones.
Conclusion: I’m an Elizabeth masquerading as a Margaret. You?
Mind you, Elizabeth used to go to bed with Horse & Hound (rarely, Philip). It was Margaret, I bet, who read sexy crime thrillers. Here’s where you can pick one up, at the Mystery, Romance and Crime free book promotion. As part of my ongoing quest to support indie novelists, I’ve downloaded Becoming Saint Peter, because I’m attracted to the idea of the hopeless alcoholic brother impersonating his successful (but dead) brother. Now….which of my siblings would I impersonate? Which would you?
And here’s my review of last week’s download, Agatha’s Story by Charles Palmer. It’s a fantasy with gothic overtones set in an alternate London, about a girl who, when she gets wet, turns into a fish. One with serious teeth. It’s imaginative and well written, but doesn’t work as a stand-alone; to enjoy it fully you needed to know what happened before and after. As a short story I give it 3 out of 5. I probably won’t read the book, but that’s because I’m a bit hmmm on fantasy.