Writer's Block: Say goodbye to Kansas, Dorothy
If you woke up surrounded by doctors who told you that you'd been in a medical experiment since birth and that your entire life had been a dream, how do you think you'd react?
Somehow, I'm not sure that I'd be all that surprised.
Writer's Block aside, I watched this documentary thing about a gorgeously flamboyant man named William who worked for the Queen Mother as one of her household staff. He spent something like fifty years in her service and rose from the very bottom to the very top because she liked him. When William headed her staff, his right-hand man was his lover, Reg (Jeeeeeeeves!!!!!!!), who he met very early on in his career with the Queen Mum. Even after William had a none-too-discreet affair with a young footman she protected him and kept him on staff despite claims he'd embarrassed the royal family. She even gave him the gate house on her property to have for his own.
Unfortunately he got nasty and abused his power toward the end of his career and he was forced to leave the palace grounds when she died, bless her wee drunken soul, and he died not long after.
Turns out the Queen Mum was a giant fruit fly...Not that that's any grand surprise when one is aware of the relationship she had with Elton John ;)
Oh, to have been a fly on the wall.
P.S. There is some real chance that I'm going to be the first otherwise healthy person to die of the common cold. If you all don't hear from me, assume I've died of mucous and coughing and from the trauma of constantly blowing my dashed nose. Urgh.