My 1st encounter was aged 3 or 4 the Coronation, I fell out of a 2nd floor window whist watching the Swanage
villagers roast a deer on a bombsight opposite my dads' fish shop..
Later I was sent to my Aunts' in Knightsbridge, her husband was then MD of Harrods, I had the run of the place,
above and below ground. Their house was opposite in Lancelot Place.
One Sunday (Harrods was closed those days on a Sunday, restocking)
I was playing in the toy shop, an obvious PPS..., copper told me I had to leave as the Prince
wanted to err 'browse the floor.
Charlie was same as me but a year older. I pretended to leave and hid in a wigwam.
He really had big ears aged 8...
I got nicked in there years later and was done for mortgage fraud, I mean I had an account at Coutts' opposite,
Mrs Queens own personnel bankers.
When incarcerated at Her Maj's Pleasure, Coutts wrote to me asking for the 17,000k i owed them,
I wrote back, asking them to note my address, they never wrote back..
note: my girlfriend at the time was Lord Verneys' daughter, his brother Chief Justice of England or some-sort
of sh*t, but useful when expecting 3 years..
When in Lancelot Place I would run out into Hyde Park, one day this copper stopped me in the park.
He was about 8ft tall, I looked up at him then down south carriage drive, a copper every 100yrds..
All I could see was a blue diamond light coming towards us, all the coppers were saluting,
It was Mrs Queen, my copper let go of my hand saluted I waved...
She never responded, well sod her I thought I'm off to the serpentine to throw bread or stones to her swans..
I knew loads of staff over the road, the doorman a great pal, Aunt Liz would send me over for a bag of rose sand
saying "charge it' they never did.
Aunt Liz made investments from her husbands friends, not daft my aunt,
grew up in Worlds End Chelsea as did my Dad no shoes...
Anyhow we have had a George and a William possible King, never did go much on the name Charles,
although we both talk to trees an love Laurens van de Post..
Nice to see that she had passed on before Fayed ruined her corner shop,
and our best use of false CC's was in a day about 22k, we celebrated in the Regency Restaurant.
After my sojourn at He Maj's pleasure I ended up with a floating restaurant in Little Venice.
My next Royal encounter was sitting outside the boat at 7am sipping my espresso and spotted Princess Di
sheepishly emerging out of a house and jumping into her Sarb.
I made enquiries...
Her son Cousin John started his training in there, chasing the staff, ended up marrying one, having kids,
getting divorced probably a breakdown and is now Brother John at some 'monkery down south..weird eh?..
You gotta Love Life!...
Ps: Almost forgot ! The reason for these royal remonices are:
