"Uh, why am I being ignored? What just happened? How is Fred suddenly the most charming of us two? Why aren't people paying attention to me? I AM CONFUSED."
Sad little outing for Mary at the Alannah and Madeline Foundation today. Then one all about twins rights or some such bull hokey. Ostensibly. This is still The Mary Show. Not for Denmark, not for Australia. Not for twins, nor for children. Everyone and everything is a prop. A motherfucking prop. Even Fred. But Fred knows it, and he knows now to just let this all play out for Mary to take centre stage. This could play very well into his hands. Fred and Daisy must play the long game. Mary is only concerned about now and herself.
For Mary to make sure Lene Balleby (the palace PR flunkie who is in Oz with the couple, as you will see from the Sunday's photies) has sent out all the proper signals to the Aussies on the ground to buy plenty of flowers, make sure the paper Dannebrog flags that were loaded up onto the plane in Copenhagen are distributed to every stop's rent-a-crowd. You know, to give the Danish audience back home the idea that every single Australian is always ready to greet Princess Mazza with the orchids and Danish flags that they have hanging around the house, or that they can buy at the corner market as soon as they hear that this dainty, humble, precious creature is in town. Even when their house is a smoldering pile of ash. Because that's how loved the Danish crown princess really is. Oh, Danish media! Oh, Mary's PR team! The stupid! It burns!
Because yes, Mary cut short Saturday's activities - which weren't going well anyway being with children types - in order to re-group and pow-wow with the team on how to get their arses over to the fire zone and be what even Diana couldn't be: Saviour of NSW Families. It's all so bloody cynical, and yet it's all so fucking true. Dis.gust.ing. But that's our Mary, Narcissist Extraordinaire!
So Sunday before the Opera House celebrations - pretty low key looking at most of the assembly sitting on Opera steps, or in plastic chairs, all in fairly casual clothing - Mary and Fred went north of Sydney to a fire zone a couple of hours after Lene and crew (maybe even including Amber for some extra cash?) went up there to hand out Danish flags and some boxed flowers (orchids are Madam's favourite) and get someone to start a big "Hip Hip Hooray" for Princess Mary. Not even fucking Derfie. Joizus. What a nasty circus. Then Mary is ugly and self involved enough to tell everyone that she was happy that she could bring a smile to their faces. Holy scuzballs. If this weren't actually true, and something that someone had made up, you'd think it were a lie, it's so grotesque and disgusting and vile and revolting and absolutely reprehensible. But truth is stranger than fiction, and Mary is stranger than most people, so there you have it. A total, absolute nutcase is what Mary is showing the world (or the teensiest percentage of the world who gets these news stories) she really is.
Video: YouTube/Billed Bladet
Sunday, 27 October