Leonard Sells Out

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One of my favourite Leonard Cohen songs is The Future. The song is about sexual deviation and is full of lines about mirrored rooms, torture, control of women, anal sex and references to enhancing sexual performance through drug taking. Not exactly the thing to play when the vicar calls round for a Sunday afternoon cuppa.

I Love Microsoft

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Ican never understand the people who bash Microsoft. The ones who think Bill Gates is the devil and everything he makes is riddled with spy-ware that reports back every little thing you do to the Company. Then there are those who love Apple and so because of this you just have to hate Microsoft, it’s written in the rules somewhere.

Yip Yap

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Hello royal readers queen Anastasia here, i was just wondering as it is my birthday soon should servant Dave get me a little yip yap (dog that doesn’t grow) as a present as i have wanted one since i was a little girl. me and Chimpton would just love a little puppy to keep us company on a Friday night from our generous servant Dave.

Picture Of The Day #16

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Pictured here is a young Chimpton at her Nan’s house with a yipyap which I think was called Sally, Suzie…or was it Sammy? (if I am wrong on that one you can get me tomorrow daughter dear). Thanks to the Queen for this picture…she has lent me a whole album full of pictures of Princess Chimpton and even The Queen herself from their younger years. More to follow… watch this space!

Edmund Arrives

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Saturday morning there is a knock on the door and the postman is standing there with a Jiffybag. A feeling of excitement boils up, could this be Edmund? I take the parcel in and rip it open like a child on Christmas morning. A tired, little sleepy head pops out. He looks round a little nervously. “Hello, little fella.” I say imagining how he must feel after being in the hands of the Royal Mail and now having me looking in at him.