Pre-Oz, Harry WHO? PR Campaign: Princess Yrma Takes Four Kids (Two of Which Are Hers) To The Theatre With DRF Elephant-Hungry Fritz Schur

"You're my favourite! As if the clothing symbolism didn't tell you already!"

In the wake of Prince Harry's incredibly successful visit to Sydney last weekend for the 100th anniversary of the Royal Navy, Yrma took her two oldest kids to the Glass Hall Theatre at Tivoli in a futile attempt to metaphorically put her fingers in both ears and say, "lalalalalalalala!" Madam is anticipating that Sydney will put together an even bigger and better production for the 40th anniversary of the Opera House now that they see how lacklustre Harry's visit was. Mary is nothing but charitable in her evaluations of her Australian hosts/clients. Until they don't deliver.
 

So, needing some warm "children's princess"/"engaged, loving mother" publicity, MoreMore took What'shisface and What'shername as she fondly refers to Xian and Izzy, to the theatre with a couple of little girlfriends. At least, we hope these are friends, and not just two cute kids picked up off the street by Mary's goons to pretend to be friends with her kids! They all headed to Tivoli to see the production of El Dorado, the story of the hunt for gold, a metaphor for life's holy grail. Hm, how does that sound like a familiar plotline for Madam?
 

So not only do we have the ultimate gold-digger watching a show about gold-digging, but she is doing it with the ultimate gold nugget amongst Danish businessmen, Fritz Schur. This charming queen is making it his detiny to be the second non-nobleman to receive the Order of the Elephant (Mærsk Mc-Kinney Møller was the first). He is the CEO of DONG Energy and hosts Daisy and Henrik at an annual party at his luxurious Klampenborg home as well as other shindigs, and hosts Henrik for other things (I wrote that last bit seriously because it's a myriad of things, but yeah, maybe that, too). He's been to Tivoli with Mary and the kids before, but that was immediately after the announcement of the Miracle Twins when Daisy and Fred just couldn't. At least Izzy didn't get flowers this time!
 

So the question becomes, did Daisy send ol' Fritz out to be Mary's latest minder and report back on the proceedings and conversation (maybe with the aid of two little spies, out of the mouths of babes so they say)? Or did Mary invite this family friend to try and see what she could sluurrrrrrrp up in an extra divorce settlement, outside of the restrictive post-nup? Poor Fritz quickly learned the downfalls of hitting the town with children and a bogan: he lost prime seating in the theatre! Don't expect Mary to demand her children sit in a way that prioritises a guest and friend!
 

Meanwhile, Izzy is in a gray (of course) coat that is cute, but so big that she'll be wearing it for the next three winters (more money for mummy's foreign shopping trips), and shoes that are so big, that the poor thing is having to jump to keep them on her feet! It's bad enough her pretty hair is in her face (again)! Thank goodness that she is so very pretty, really blossoming, and all daddy, down to a certain social sangfroid, despite the lack of positive attention from her mother. Contrast cool Izzy to fidgety Christian who gets all of MoreMore's attention. Funny how nature can fight nurture hard on several levels. Izzy's royal genes instinctively know how to kick in and help her poor brother, and keep a polite distance from her poor mother.

Video: YouTube/Billed Bladet
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"Sparky, Photoshop my face onto all of Harry's walkabout photies and send it out the day after the Opera House gig!"

 

Photos: Bo Nymann

Finnish State Visit, Day One: Looker Me! Three Changes of Clothes In One Day But MoreMore's Face Is Melting!

Christ on a cracker, she looks like a Madame Tussaud's wax dummy that was left in the sun for a few hours!

Click to enlarge at your own peril!

Poor First Lady of Finland Jenni Haukio. She's a poet, a political party's communications manager, holds a Masters degree, and had to spend an afternoon with Little Mary Boganson who looks like her narcissistic mother, carting her around town because she HAS TO and playing to the cameras who record every step. Mary's only five years older than Mrs. Haukio, but looks at least twenty years older! What glowing skin, Jenni! Forget the FOSS fat extraction units, Mares, and invest in a sauna.

What a way to start the state visit from Finland to Denmark. Is this true diplomacy? Mary had to go all Kate Middleton again, doning a - new! - military style coat like Kate has worn with a Philip Treacy hat. Marie seemed to spend most of her time at the arrival ceremony smiling and trying not to make eye contact with Madam. Marie sensibly wore a lovely, neutral coat that she's had in her wardrobe for a while. Daisy went all snow queen on us.

At the gala dinner, Mary continued her sour mood, seeming like a poor seating companion to the poor woman on her right, not talking or chatting much. There's one photie where she is laughing and giving Henrik the side eye while Henrik is neither looking at her or smiling himself. Note to Mary: if you don't clue people in on the joke, you're making fun of them and that isn't nice. At least Derfie was seated next to his sweetie Helle Thorning-Schmidt in a gorgeous blue dress and got to be the meat in a hot girl sandwich with sweet Mrs. Haukio on his right. Mary got to be the bread by wearing a pumpernickel rye as a hairpiece! With Marie curvy in va-va-va-voom purple seated at the Prime Minister's left side, no doubt Helle had wonderful table companions and Derf could take in both Marie's curves and Helle's smile in one glance. He'll sleep well tonight.

Video: Danish Royal Website

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Derf's baby, Prime Minister Helle Thorning-Schmidt

Prince Charles' favourite, Environmental Minister Ida Auken

Henrik's favourite (?), Fritz Shur, CEO of DONG Energy (you can't make this up)

 

 

 

 

"Helle, why didn't you wear something that lets me see your boobies?"

"Oh, Frede, because last time, you tugged at them this hard. It hurt! Just divorce it."

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photos: Torkild Adsersen, Scanpix; Daniel Hjorth, Polfoto; Keld Navntoft