Val Rises in Glory from Vaporous Pond of Fumy Liquids

Wednesday 25th May 2011

Val, one of our most precarious yet spectacular Poor Little Rich Gays, set out on an Easter jaunt to Glasgow, not entirely upright, in fact likely to lurch at any moment, got half way down the street, realised he’d left his glasses behind, returned to his flat, sat down in a chair and didn’t get up again, except to refill, for two weeks.

But now he’s back. He was at Die Walküre, cast live to the Chelsea cinema from the Met the other day (I haven’t forgotten about my great mediation on Wotan and new configurations of relationships etc. It’s all coming together for me as it always does – Wotan, the Injunction scandal, some fascist who’s written a book claiming marrieds are happier).

Well, Deborah Voight, as Brünnhilde, was revealed in a bright red wig. ‘Typical older actress’s wig,’ Val flashed, ‘giving warmth, height and movement. In other words, Bar-mitzvah red.’

At half-time he produced self-made wiches or sandwiches. I mean, self-made bread: ‘Normally I do a free form loaf. But for wiches you need shape.’ His loaf shape, as shown in slices, was professional standard.

Then last Tuesday he took Frogmore with me and Aunt Lavinia. It’s a rarely open Royal residence (except no-one lives there) at Windsor. Royston King, Chair of something huge, graphed recently with Camilla Cornwall, told me about this very, very rare, barely advertised opening. So we had to go. The garden perfectly nice but without atmosphere. Best bit was the Royal graves: Wallis Windsor is buried before the Mausoleum containing Queen Victoria. That wasn’t open. But all that Lanvin, Cartier and Mainbocher now purified to a plain slab. No more frockage worries for her. Peace at last.

Graves never fail me, I find.

The house was more interesting, inside. Queen Charlotte, consort of George III, had acquired it for the Royal family as a Wendy House. In other words, just go there in the day-time and paint flowers on the walls. Queen Charlotte: Val nearly knocked Aunt Lavinia and me down with his declaration: ‘One of her grandparents was the off-spring of a manumitted slave and a papal bastard.’

The Graves of Wallis Windsor and Edward Windsor at Frogmore: Still in the Corner, Even in Death

The Graves of Wallis Windsor and Edward Windsor at Frogmore: Still in the Corner, Even in Death

Mausoleum at Frogmore Contains Queen Victoria and Prince Albert.Foreign-Looking.  Lesser Royal Graves Before.

Mausoleum at Frogmore Contains Queen Victoria and Prince Albert.Foreign-Looking. Lesser Royal Graves Before.

Rarely Seen Frogmore House, Windsor. Royal Wendy House

Rarely Seen Frogmore House, Windsor. Royal Wendy House

Indian Item at Frogmore, Windsor, of Limited Use

Indian Item at Frogmore, Windsor, of Limited Use

Posted Wednesday, May 25, 2011 under Adrian Edge day by day.

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2 comments

  1. Portia Barker says:

    Dear Adrian – I seek your view on something: what do you think of men wearing UGG boots? Strikes me as particularly un-PLRG, in which case what is it – especially coming into the summer?

  2. Adrian Edge says:

    I always assume an UGG smells. By the look of them they do. As for men in them in early summer, one word only called for: WRONG

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