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5/1/23 SplinterRIP 18

…sorry…things have been…uncooperative

…but either I’ll manage to resuscitate the post I thought I’d nearly finished…or cobble together a replacement…even if the clipboard function on this god-forsaken machine refuses to…well…function

…anyway…be with you…shortly…ish?

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    • …appreciate it…but…for my sins…I do kind of hate to let technology prevent me from things it’s supposed to enable

      …so…it might not be the post that I intended…but…there’s now a DOT

  2. I have something that might amuse. This is from my New Year’s Day FYCE Celebrity Hangover Cure post, and my top “celebrity” was Prince Harry:

    Fun fact: I hope Spare addresses this. When Harry showed up at that fancy dress party dressed as a Nazi (and let’s not forget that his grandfather’s sisters all married into the noble-Nazi elite) William was with him when he picked out the costume and seemed to think it would be hilarious. When Harry was raked over the coals for it he was pissed (angry, not drunk) that he got thrown under the bus and that might have been the first time that the brothers pulled apart from each other.

    This is from this morning’s Page Six:

    In one segment of the book, obtained by Page Six, Harry writes about choosing the outfit, revealing that it was a toss-up between two costumes: a pilot uniform or a Nazi uniform.

    “I phoned Willy and Kate, asked what they thought. Nazi uniform, they said,” Harry writes, adding that when he went home and tried it on for them. “They both howled. Worse than Willy’s leotard outfit! Way more ridiculous! Which, again, was the point.”

    So Wills wasn’t actually present when Hazza selected the outfit, but he and Kath gave input. I love it when my hopes and dreams come true. And also PS: Imagine you are the sibling to the heir to the British throne and you know him as “Willy.” I believe in Britain that’s also a euphemism.

    • …some might say it’s not so much a euphemism as a descriptor…&…although I failed to wedge anything about this round of cracks in the edifice of “the firm” into what turned out to be the DOT…I’d note he also mentions somewhere in this book I’ll almost certainly never read that billy balding once knocked him on his…I guess in this case it ought to be arse rather than ass…culturally speaking…during an argument

      …so…given that all things being equal my money would be on the younger brother coming out on top if it came down to a proper knock-down, drag-out kind of a deal…I’d say despite any alleged revelations…he’s clearly capable of holding back?

      • I posted my reply to my own comment before I read your reply. Yes, the “laying of hands” on the Spare by the Heir (whom I had never heard referred to as “Billy Balding” so thanks for that.)

    • Here’s another excerpt from Spare, regarding Wills’s displeasure with the way Hazza’s new sidepiece Megs was treating the servants staff, with notes from me:

      “It all happened so fast. So very fast. He grabbed me by the collar, ripping my necklace, and he knocked me to the floor,” the author writes.

      “I landed on the dog’s bowl, which cracked under my back, the pieces cutting into me. I lay there for a moment, dazed, then got to my feet and told him to get out.”

      Harry, 38, claims that the alleged altercation left him with a visible back injury.

      —–

      1. In America, when men wear necklaces, aren’t they referred to as chains? Or something else? In Britain, would one heterosexual man say to another, “Cool necklace, mate!” Two countries separated by a common language.

      2. So are we to assume “the dog’s bowl” was made of porcelain? I think we are. Our dog’s bowl is stainless steel and I’m a big guy but even so I think if I were pushed back on it it wouldn’t crack under my back.

      3. Is this a bowl dedicated to one of Megs’s dogs that she carted over to England with her, and wasn’t one shipped back?, or they got a second one together?, or is this a dog bowl for the exclusive use of a Windsor relative, maybe Princess Anne, who occasionally showed up with one of the dorgis? I swore I wouldn’t read Spare, and I bet Hazza doesn’t go into this, but I would read it if I could be sure that Hazza’s credited ghostwriter provided deets like this. Plus I have Penguin Random House chums so I could get it for free, and I would want nothing less than a first-edition hardcover to further clutter my “office”/future setting of an episode of “Hoarders.”

       

      • read it. read it. Read it. READ IT. ReAd iT…so I we don’t have to. And report all the little fluff details (none of the boring big stuff) back to me us. Much appreciated. Thanks!

        • One of those PRH chums actually worked on it, in a very minor way, and she says it was under deep embargo. I pestered her a couple of times about minor details like, “So, internally, what are they saying about a release date? Are you really going to push it off into 2023?” but she would say nothing. PRH runs a tight ship. If only our “intelligence services” were so tight-lipped, but oh no, among them emails fly indiscriminately and are mistakenly or purposefully leaked all over the place.

          Maybe I will ask for a copy. If my timing is right I might have it in my hands by the 10th, the same day the rest of the world will. I devoured Tina Brown’s The Palace Papers, another PRH freebie, even though I couldn’t imagine I’d learn anything new. How wrong I was.

      • …I think…though honestly I don’t know since it hasn’t come up a lot for me…that to most brits chains would only be the term for actual chains…possibly only the sort (in the context of necklaces) the sort that don’t have anything dangling from them…so…say…the kind of shark’s tooth pendant you might find about the neck of a certain kind of surfer…would probably be a necklace…particularly if you were raised with an emphasis on the formal side of things

        …he may be many things…but homeboy did not come up in “snatch your chains” kind of a clique

        …as for the dog bowl…my guess would be ceramic…but not actual porcelain or your fine bone china…& breakable by a full-grown human landing on it seems plausible…particularly if, say, it was the sort of bowl that might be described as a hand-me-down in a famously dog-having family?

    • …in all honesty my thoughts this morning have been more by way of “new laptop?”

      …but I do hope this doesn’t prove to be the kind of start that means to go on

      • Better Half just got a new top-of-the-line laptop that he’s enchanted with, it’s a MacBook Air (I think that’s what they’re called) but of course in six months it’ll seem like a museum piece and he’ll get his company to shell out another couple of thou to get the “next generation” model.

        • …I once wound up with a cast-off laptop from a stockbroking firm that was…about 5-10yrs old…didn’t have a lot of use for a windows machine at the time…but some months later a friend was bitching about not being able to play the demo for a new game on his less-than-five-year-old desktop…so on the off-chance I checked the minimum requirements against the laptop specs…&…what do you know?

          …I’ve known one or two people in that sort of line of work…& I’m pretty sure it’s not the bloomberg terminal that requires them to over-spec their hardware…but…I may from time to time experience expense-account-envy when the budget option acts up on me

          …not sure a macbook air is in my price range in any immediate sense…but…I’m pretty sure one of those would have streamlined my morning something fierce

    • …I nearly went with the old placeholder…but then I thought to myself…in more or less these very words…given how the DOT is shaping up…butcher deserves better than that sort of warmed over excuse

      …that & cousin matt’s inside scoop on the royal thing are basically why I didn’t take it down when I got the other thing up

      …so I take that as high praise

      …& I’m very glad to hear it

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