Dopes on the slopes

Haven't done any blogging lately as we've been in Europe, including three weeks in Klosters. Tasha's got a new camera and was very proud of this one of me.

While we were there a mob of British royals turned up: Prince Charles, his two sons and a great retinue of servants, bodyguards and hangers-on. Fortunately we weren't staying at the Walserhof where they were, but an English friend of ours was, and said it was a nightmare: they are an arrogant, stupid, selfish bunch, he told us, and the thought of Charles becoming King appals him. In fact, he said, the sooner we (the British) get rid of all the Windsors the better. Not by firing squad, he hastened to add; he is a kind and gentle man, though like most English aristocrats he loves killing animals.

Anyway, as an American it was not for me to agree or disagree, but I did point out that if they went he would lose his hereditary title. Not really, he replied, other European monarchies were disposed of years ago but there are still plenty of Counts, Princes, Grand Dukes and so on swanning around Europe, so he wouldn't have to start calling himself "Mr". But he agreed that it wouldn't be quite the same.