A royal what?
No-no an actual Royal.
No-no an actual Royal.
A member of the Royal family.
Brother of the more
well-known Prince Charles (aka The Prince Of Wales), we were visited by Prince
Edward, Earl Of Wessex. He was officially opening the new St.Alphege building at The University Of Winchester. A building I'd been having classes in for the past 3 months.
Being almost fifty he looked good for his age, but he still wasn’t the twenty eight year old Prince Harry I would have much preferred a visit from. Still, Harry is probably off gallivanting in Vegas, doing God knows what with God knows who.
Being almost fifty he looked good for his age, but he still wasn’t the twenty eight year old Prince Harry I would have much preferred a visit from. Still, Harry is probably off gallivanting in Vegas, doing God knows what with God knows who.
Anyway, it was the morning of Tuesday, 29 January when Prince Edward graced our class with his
presence. Half way through a class actually; Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood.
Cameras and reporters from The Hampshire Chronicle and The Echo milled around the room, as I sat there: hair sticking up all funny from the rain, yesterdays clothes and barely one cup of coffee inside me, incredibly photogenic.
Cameras and reporters from The Hampshire Chronicle and The Echo milled around the room, as I sat there: hair sticking up all funny from the rain, yesterdays clothes and barely one cup of coffee inside me, incredibly photogenic.
The brief conversation Prince Edward had with our group now
deserts me – it can’t have been that scintillating. I do however; remember
noting how...unroyal he looked. No sparkly crown, no jewels, no luxurious red
cape trimmed with white feathers...
I was disappointed. The Mayor had more bling than the Prince. He was rocking his ostentatious gold chain. Standard.
I was disappointed. The Mayor had more bling than the Prince. He was rocking his ostentatious gold chain. Standard.
Gone as quickly as he arrived, it seemed the mental list of inappropriate
things to say, forced manners and nerves were soon redundant. I must admit,
when we received our ‘one minute warning’ of our guests approach, it did feel
vaguely reminiscent of a film when the President of the USA is in the building.
If Prince Edward really wants to see our University in
action, with students in their natural habitats, maybe he should amend his
visiting times and check out the local watering hole. Make it midnight, on a
Wednesday at the SU.
If Harry is anything to go by, the royals know how to party.
If Harry is anything to go by, the royals know how to party.
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