Tag Archives: Queen Mother

Two dead queens and a kitchen conga (Rousse)

T arrived at our door in a terrible state. His marriage was on the rocks. and he had no idea how to win back L. I accompanied T back to his house by foot. We passed some of the royal … Continue reading

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Meeting a metal-framed monarch mother at the New York mausoleum (Rousse)

I was auditioning for the role of mistress of an American millionaire. A small Jewish Italian New Yorker appeared to have taken a fancy to me so I did my best to impress him by spending the afternoon with his … Continue reading

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A bike and a beach hut at the Queen Mother’s funeral (Rousse)

I travelled to the Queen Mother’s funeral on the back of G’s enormous motorbike. This was my first such experience, and I was grateful for the protective clothing that G lent me, including the special contraption to attach my feet … Continue reading

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