Queen Camilla? I Hope Not!

One news item has grabbed my attention more than any other this morning.

The bumbling fool that is the Prince of Wales has made such a mess of answering the straightforward question of whether Camilla will be Queen one day ("That's, well ... We'll see, won't we? That could be") that now speculation is rife that:

a) He wants to make her Queen, and
b) The British public are up in arms at the prospect.

As a member of the British public I can confirm that as I sit here, next to my window, I can see no crowds gathering, brandishing guns or bows and arrows, marching purposefully in the direction of Highgrove House.  There are no signs of riots or aggressive protests on Sky News this morning.  To be honest, I am not sure that most British people give much of a damn whether Camilla becomes queen.

Obviously, by virtue of the fact that I am blogging about this, I do care.  I am one of the likely minority who do have an opinion (although for the record, I am not arming myself with weapons and a placard to march to Highgrove and cause a scene either!).  I have decided to make my point in a slightly more sedate manner.

Such a shame this didn't happen in  1981

And ironically, my objection to Camilla becoming Queen is not actually about Camilla as such.  She is probably a very nice lady.  William and Harry like her, and that's good enough for me in truth.  If they can judge that Camilla's role in the life or their mother was acceptable, then I am sure that I can.

Oh no.  My objection is not to the prospective Queen.  I don't like the prospective King.  Charles is a weak and dithering man.  He demonstrates over and over again the fact that he cannot manage the press or any form of attention shows that he just cannot cut it as a credible public figure, let alone the Head of State.

If he had had the strength and courage to stand up to his parents in 1979 and say "Actually, Mum and Dad, Camilla is the woman I love.  She may not be your choice, but she is mine and if you won't accept her then I will walk away from my role as future king, because my love for her is more important to me than anything else", then surely to goodness so much pain and angst could have been avoided.

Instead, he found an emotionally damaged 19 year old girl that he probably felt he could manipulate into being a subservient and accepting wife, while he carried on his relationship with Camilla behind her back.  He clearly missed the fact that as the product of a divorce and a romance obsessed teenager, Diana was never going to be someone who bowed out of her marriage in all but image, just for him.  And to be honest I don't blame her.

I am definitely more "Team Diana" than I will ever be "Team Charles", and I thoroughly enjoyed having her as my stereotypical princess through the young and tender years of my life.  But I would happily trade all of the magic of having a beautiful princess to admire at the age of seven, for the relative peace and tranquility that would have been afforded to all concerned if Charles had been a stronger man before it all started.

There is no doubt that Camilla makes Charles happy, and even I have warmed to her slightly over the last few years.  If he decides she should be Queen, so be it.  It will not change my attitude one jot.

I look forward to the day that William takes the throne.  He has the rare quality of being the perfect mix of properly "royal" and a thoroughly normal guy.  I think he will always stand up for what he believes to be right.  And that I can respect.

Can you be scared of a number? I am!

Through my life, I have had a number of women who have caught my imagination with such force that I would go so far as to say they have both influenced and inspired me.

Diana, Princess of Wales

On the 29th July 1981, a six year old girl sat glued to the television and watched as the Prince of Wales married his princess.  Complete with replica hairstyle and union jack flag, I watched every second of that day….and must have watched it 100 times afterwards thanks to the miracles of VHS!

I grew up with Diana – she represented my ideal in childhood – a real life princess – and as I grew older, I came to empathise with her struggles and her wish to make a positive difference to those in need.

I was 22 when she passed away in August 1997, and the event hit me hard.  I travelled to the funeral route to watch her final journey to Althorp House.  I went to Kensington Palace the next day and placed my flowers amongst the sea of blooms and balloons that had built up in the week since she had died.  And for several years I made a trip to Althorp House to pay my respects as near as I could to the anniversary of her passing.

At the time that she died, Diana was 36 years old.

Marilyn - Diamonds are a Girls Best Friend

At the age of 11, I found myself sat in front of the TV on a winters afternoon watching Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, which for those of you who aren’t familiar with 1950′s hollywood output, is a musical starring Marilyn Monroe and Jane Russell.

Ninety minutes and several belting tunes later and I was hooked.  My bedroom walls were soon to be swallowed up with posters of Marilyn, and my VHS collection grew with every accumulation of pocket money as I slowly purchased every film of hers on release at the time.

I loved her glamour, her innocence and her mysterious quality.  She was almost ethereal to me – like an angel.
Marilyn passed away in August 1962 at the age of 36.

In recent years, I have begun to indulge a childhood passion for history and have read so many books on the Tudor period, and most especially the life of Henry VIII.  He captured my imagination as a child and he remains fascinating to me even now!  What I never foresaw when I embarked on my historical literary journey, was that I would learn so much about, and become fiercely protective of the memory of Ann Boleyn.

Ann was Henry’s second wife, and famously the one for whom he broke away from the Catholic church, dissolved the monasteries and eventually beheaded, when he tired of her.

Ann - The second Mrs Henry Tudor

As part of the case against her, tales of adultery, incest and witchcraft were invented by Henry’s court and she was beheaded in May 1536 after a hugely biased trial in which she never stood a chance.  In her final speech, she asked that God and the people of England should forgive Henry and to offer him their support throughout his reign.  She died a dignified death at the hand of a swordsman brought in from France by Henry to ensure that her head came off in one stroke – worth noting that to have made the journey, said executioner would have had to have set off from France even before Ann had been arrested.

Few traces of her remain in record or picture as she was systematically erased from public memory by Henry’s supporters.

Ann Boleyn is estimated to have been born in 1500 – she was 36 when she passed away.

So we have three women who have influenced and intrigued me throughout my life, and all passed at the age of 36.

As a child of 11, learning about Marilyn’s demise at 36 struck me as being reasonable because 36 was “so old”.  When Diana passed in 1997, I was only 22 and again, 36 felt like it was a forever away.

I am now 35 years old and suddenly 36 is frighteningly close.  Suddenly I can see how impossibly young 36 is.  How much life there is left to experience.

So for Ann, Marilyn and Diana – Thank you for the excitement, the glamour, the mystery, the admiration, the inspiration and the magic. 

And as for me……I look forward to my next birthday.  I am just undecided as to whether I will remain 35 or skip to 37.