"Aim-bah! Book yer floit to Seedney! Oi'm callin' a moiting! Geet a decent driss fer once. It'll be BEEG!"
This week, gentle Princess Marie was in Brussels to visit the European Commission, meeting with EU Climate Commissioner and fellow Dane Connie Hedegaard, and NATO, where fellow Dane and former Prime Minister Anders Fogh Rasmussen is the Big Cheese. It's gettin' pretty Danish all up in Belgium, hey! Marie was also given a tour of the Main Operations Room of the European Commission's Emergency Response Centre, all due to her own participation in Danish emergency training as patron of the DK Emergency Management Agency. Therefore, it was a topic she could relate to as she's heavily participated - even with kiddos - back at home. Noice!
On the heels of his recent military duties in Greenland, Prince Joachim gave a speech and provided a royal presence at the opening of the Maritime and Fishing Museum in Esbjerg in his "home region" of Denmark, coastal Jutland north of Møgeltønder.
Together, the couple found time to support their friend, the designer Charlotte Sparre. Don't these two look ready to party in the Hamptons? Very preppy in their Oxford shirts and pink! Look at Joachim gazing lovingly at his wife! You never see that chez the Derfsons!
Aboard the Dannebrog, Prince Henrik distributed this year's Europa Nostra Prize for European cultural heritage to Henning Larsen Architects in the presence of Erik Vind, royal cousin and husband to Alexandra's first lady in waiting.
Daisy herself was over at the Tivoli theatre making sure the final costume fitting for her own designs went well. They will be used soon in the production of Hans Christian Andersen's "The Brave Tin Soldier".
Hell, even Derfie rolled out of bed long enough to hang out someplace with that nice, sexy blonde lady whose first name is Prime and who has a nice rack. Frex cleans up well for the ladies! Well, the nice ones, anyway!
But nothing beats the week that Madam's had, at least as far as Madam is concerned. Her letter writing campaign, calls to Max Markson, begging to the office of the Governor-General ("why invite those pommie bastards, Quentin? You want HOME GROWN stardom!"), offers of "nice lady company" to Mr. Bach in exchange for string pulling ("We got brown people, too, Christian! Set something up!"), extra incentive payments to The McCann Group-Copenhagen and contacts with various and sundry D-list Aussies has finally paid off. No waiting for the friggin' 50th year celebrations, Madam's face will have fallen by then, and Fred may even be happily married, obviously at that point to someone else. No, MoreMore will be in Sydney this October for the 40th anniversary of the Sydney Opera House! Four months to pack, that should be about right.
Time to celebrate
Mary the ingenious design and engineering marvel that is the Sydney Opera House, the Danish gift to Australia that the receiving country - in the true spirit of its local bogans - ungratefully fucked up, disowned, and shot down, making so much of an ugly, ignorant ruckus that its sensitive and talented architect Jørn Utzon left the country for his native Denmark vowing never to return to Australia. It is perfect symbolism that Princess Mary of Starmakers, Patron Saint of Ungrateful, Unsophisticated Gold-diggers is coming down to insult honour her new country's one time most shamed Dane in the presence of its current most shamed Dane, El Derfe. The universe weeps, it is all so symmetrically beautiful in its disdain.
"GET READY LOSERS, I'm back!"