'King Charles III' was swapped out some time ago for prince sausage fingers. Camilla is his handler and both their days are numbered.
This information unlike much that is being, and will continue to be revealed in the coming months and years will not be placed in the public domain, as the British publics hypnotism (and international bigotry) with and by the Royal family is such that if it was made known, it would induce a mass psychotic event that would endanger everyone's safety. For once it's a good idea this needs to be kept secret.
I have a unique perspective on privacy because I made a decision about it long before I had any choice in the matter. Subsequently, that decision was made for me without my consent.
I demand the same level of transparency from publicly elected officials and institutions because, pragmatically speaking, there is no privacy in the public domain. While this is generally a good thing, I still exercise discretion in deciding who gets the full story and who only gets part of it.
You may recall that I was recently floored by a dancer with the Kyiv City Ballet Gala at Southampton Mayflower theatre, and that I couldn't locate his name or the extraordinary music he danced to.
Well, I received a lovely email from the artistic director who corrected a few errors I'd made (now updated) and shared with me the dancers name and the music that was driving me nuts trying to locate. When I looked down the concert program the first name I picked out was Yassaui Mergalyev because of the Asiatic name, and my brief experiences of former Soviet Union states, yet still I managed to get the music wrong or clicked on a different rendition of the classical piece called November by Max Richter. If you haven't heard it, I hope you find a few minutes to listen at some point.
Now then, as soon as I had Mr Mergalyev's name I did a search and saw a bunch of videos but two of them appealed to me because they were so grainy and posted well over a decade ago. The location, Kazakhstan I believe, might not be The Bolshoi but on that stage, you and I can view those minute and a half clips, from a (distant galaxy) or generation ago as if we are talent spotters trawling the planet for the new and the best, and it's among the most extraordinary footage you or I could have ever expected. You can see for yourself how exceptionally talented a dancer Yassui Mergalyev is.
Those unbelievable pirouettes that I've seen world class ballet dancers misstep when drawing to a halt, because everybody is vulnerable to dizziness, no amount of training takes it all away, a lot yes, but not all, yet Mr Mergaliev delivers easily the most unprecedented number of turns for a male dancer that I've yet witnessed.
Finally in the first clip, the dances' denouement ends in a what looks like for a microsecond, a stumble or fall, but no. The music is surgically severed exactly on-point and we apprehend all of a sudden that it's a choreographed collapse and thus takes us somewhere I've not seen outside of Nureyev or any of the biggest names. It's a large claim but you can see for yourself.
It's a real treat even to the untrained eye.
First Draft. I'll clean up later as I must crack on.
