Since the event of the ‘illegal conflict’ (invasion of another country: well if Hitler, Galtieri and Saddem Hussein invaded a country against its wishes, why was the invasion of Iraq by the USA and Britain correct, not logical is it?) in Iraq we have all heard of the Sunni triangle, have we not? Well for this quest I have made up my own triangle, which goes from Bristol, where I am writing this incredible book, joke of course. To Gloucester up around to Cheltenham down to Cirencester, back through Tetbury and return to Bristol. The reason I have decided to call this chapter (ten), the name above (Rich Bastards Triangle, in my search for The Mythical World of ‘Middle England’), is pretty simple in essence. This is where some of the riches British aristocracy lives their wonderfully upper class lives. In this triangle we have the next King of England, (by default maybe, sic – who is now paying himself about £12 million a year 2005 and now marring/married Mrs Parker Bowles on the 8th of April 2005 er that should be the 9th April 2005 the Pope died so the future of the Church of England had to make a diversion first…. shocking so Ian Paisley informed me!) his sister, ‘our Val’ or what Private Eye calls her, her real title is the Princess Michael of Kent and the Duke of Beaufort (worth £125 million -Sunday times rich list 2005) and other rich landowners. I got this idea for this chapter on the first day of my quest in Cirencester, for two reasons the first where according to the Daily Mail (front page 27th may 2004) we have a picture of ‘our Val’ on this page, because she allegedly made a racist remark in New York, in a posh restaurant. In the Times the story was inside as it was in the Daily Telegraph. It perhaps ironic as according to the Telegraphy, she once accused the British of being racist. Although her upper class father was a SS officer in Hitler’s empire, it seems that her and a few friends arrived in a very well healed restaurant in Manhattan, after 10pm. Where at least 5 wealthy black Americans where enjoying a meal and were a little rowdy with it…but not over the top…. so they say. According to these three papers she slammed her hand down on the table and told them to be quiet. One of the black quests suggested that she should go to the rear of the restaurant where it was quieter. Then the bombshell, she leaned over to A.J. Calloway and said that ‘you should go back to your colonies’. As I am an ex-colonial serf, after this and my first book, no doubt this will be the call for me, to do the same! Is that not so, our Val? A footnote must be added about the thoughts of ‘our Val’ (February 2005) in this section it seems that according to her Royal Highness Princess Michael of Kent that the English are very good and breeding dogs and cats; which help to keep them pure from the blood of common cats and dogs but not very good at keeping upper class pure from the contamination of the masses. As according to her the Royals in Britain will marry any commoner: it seems to that this is slightly ironic because apparently our unelected head of State pays hundreds of thousands a year to keep this particular Princess and her husband in pure luxury. Compare this with my meagre earning over the last few years in total crap jobs paying me about £300 a week with overtime, Alice lets get the guillotine out, for Gods sake and set it up on the Tor…this statement may be against the latest legislation that new Labour is putting through Parliament if I have read George Monbiot correctly today (The Guardian 22nd February 2005) when commenting on the Serious organised crime and Police bill, especially section 121 which sounds very totalitarian to me…The good news is that ‘our Val’ may sell her £300,000 house (what she bought it for) for £4.5 million (now 6 million I read) and move to France as at least in France you can chase foxes on horses and kill them with hounds for sport, isn’t the upper classes wonderful!
The second being on arriving in Cirencester and parking in a ''Waitrose'' (very up-market supermarket) car park, there was a funeral going on for an old Major who had`died recently. At the funeral, there appeared to be upper middle class/upper class type people all talking in an upper class manner and by their dress very well healed, indeed. Circencester is a small market town, of 15,221 people in the heart of the Cotswolds where the Romans once lived. Today it seems that it is now inhabited by mostly middle class and upperclass people - but can I find "Middle England'' here?. Suddendly,while walking into town, I noticed a Recruitment Agency called ''Chili'' advertising crap type jobs for 5 and 6 pounds per hour, therefore the working class must live here as well? surely, the British Aristocracy are not going to these jobs I would have thought. Most of them would not know the meaning of work and all its glories if I was to shout it very loud from the Moon...modern slavery you twits. I once read on the front page of the Sun newspaper about the hard working Royals.
