Don’t you think it odd that the loathsome toadying butler removed the engagement ring from the dying princess? Don’t you think it odd that he told his bodyguard that’s what he did? Don’t you think it odd that he said he burned letters with Buckingham palace headed notepaper? Whose side was he on? And if he wasn’t always on their side, why is he now?
Fayed sees a conspiracy behind every pillar of the establishment. He hasn’t done his cause any favours. But the media have closed ranks to make him look like an obsessed idiot. If they can close ranks around Prince Harry and his whereabouts in the Afghanistan for so long, they can do it on any subject. It was always looking odd. This inquest has made it all look odder.
And don’t they realise that it’s not the Royal family who do the dirty business? That it’s the dark acolytes who attend them. This isn’t going to appear on a set of minutes. There’s no permission. No sanction. There’s no discussion. These are people who look at each other over a glass of port and that’s all it takes. There are no minutes of the meeting. This is the British establishment we’re talking about. The kind of people who actually plotted a coup when Harold Wilson was elected as Labour prime minister back in the 6os. Fayed has no idea of the demons that attend these people.
Christ, you need to drink just thinking about it. 2005 Ch le Bon Pasteur, Pomerol. At fifty quid a bottle it should be bloody good. Black fruit, cherries, very silky. Best Bon Pasteur I’ve ever had, actually. Wish I could afford it but what the hell. They’re murdering princesses and getting away with it. Drink.
Fayed sees a conspiracy behind every pillar of the establishment. He hasn’t done his cause any favours. But the media have closed ranks to make him look like an obsessed idiot. If they can close ranks around Prince Harry and his whereabouts in the Afghanistan for so long, they can do it on any subject. It was always looking odd. This inquest has made it all look odder.
And don’t they realise that it’s not the Royal family who do the dirty business? That it’s the dark acolytes who attend them. This isn’t going to appear on a set of minutes. There’s no permission. No sanction. There’s no discussion. These are people who look at each other over a glass of port and that’s all it takes. There are no minutes of the meeting. This is the British establishment we’re talking about. The kind of people who actually plotted a coup when Harold Wilson was elected as Labour prime minister back in the 6os. Fayed has no idea of the demons that attend these people.
Christ, you need to drink just thinking about it. 2005 Ch le Bon Pasteur, Pomerol. At fifty quid a bottle it should be bloody good. Black fruit, cherries, very silky. Best Bon Pasteur I’ve ever had, actually. Wish I could afford it but what the hell. They’re murdering princesses and getting away with it. Drink.
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