Gråsten 2012: Josephine Ain't Sick, She's Just Mary's

"C'mere you. Ooh, I finally made a cute one!"

No wonder the Schackenborg tribe didn't make the visit - they got to miss the Mary parade with her trotting out a new ugly outfit and her strange children. They are no doubt in France, enjoying time at Cayx before Yrma and Derf sell the pile for some showy Provençal villa near where Aussies and other English speakers enjoy spending time. Madam has to show off! But what on earth is she showing everyone!? Old face, dead fake hair, enhanced jewellery, no maternal instincts. Fred looks completely disengaged. You would be, too, if you were married to that! No little Josephine. A "light fever" is the excuse. Don't believe it. Yrma dragged Izzy out into the snow for a photo session when she was obviously very ill. She doesn't mind exposing her children to danger (face to face with strange dogs in Miami, no life jackets, etc.), Josie is just probably in a stage where she ressembles Mary too much and Madam can't handle it that reminder of her original face in its baby fat stage.

Photo Gallery: BT

Finally: Mary Being Outed As Classless, Dangerous and Unsuitable By Association With Amber and Bikies

Even relatively gentle BT, a sister paper in the conservative, pro-monarchy Berlingske media empire, is taking on Mary, albeit in indirect ways. Can't be too pointed when you're trying to extract a toxic, foreign substance that has latched onto and is sucking dry the living organism called Denmark. Best to take it slow and gentle, but still make your point strong and loud. Mary is an egregious person of questionable character here by reinforcing her refusal to give up "best friendship" with Amber Petty, noted skank, sell-out and anti-feminist who got her jollies a few years ago by stealing Pubboy bikie Mark Alexander Erber from his wife and two young children for a quickie relationship that naturally ended very badly for Amber. Not unlike her Thailand affair with Prince Philip of Hesse, cousin to Gustav Berleburg, whom she met at Mary's wedding. Not unlike with Maori prince Teriu Le Mon. Not unlike that Swedish carny Frederick that SAFM co-worker Rabbit hooked her up with. Not unlike that Canadian DJ Cory Kim she tried to carry on a cross-equatorial relationship with. Not unlike her failed affair with rich Channel 9 boss Jeff Browne.

Show me your friends, and I will tell you who you are.

Article: BT

Mary's Bridesmaid's Ex-Lover Charged in Firearm Confrontation

Crown Princess Mary's friend, radio host Amber Petty, who was maid of honour at Mary and Frederik's wedding, has been dating a man who is charged with illegal possession of weapons while the police claim that he has rocker links, writes the Australian Daily Telegraph. 

On 16 May between 7pm and 8pm, Australian police raided Mark Alexander Erber's house in the fight against biker gangs, and here they found five magazines that fit semi-automatic pistols, such as a Beretta and a Glock.  Police do not believe that the 44-year-old's magazines were stored appropriately. In addition, police also found ammunition for a rifle, that Mark Alexander Erber does not have a weapons permit for, and he was ordered to update the address for his gun license. 

Mark Alexander Erber pleaded not guilty Wednesday to eight weapons charges in Waverley Local Court in Sydney, just as he refused to have biker connections. He was the girlfriend of Crown Princess Mary's good friend, Amber Petty, up to Frederik and Mary's 14th wedding May 2004 and she has a shady past with some controversial excesses. 

She has, besides having been the girlfriend of a biker, among other things, allowed herself to be photographed naked and revealed salacious details about Mary's life. Still, Amber Petty is one of Mary's closest girlfriends.

Derf and Yrma Keep Xian In the Dark: Doesn't Know He'll Be King. That's Cause He Won't Be.

B for Boganson!

Freddie getting his mojo back? Or is the media just trying to do their best to help? Poor little pixie. In this excerpt from the Euroman interview that just came out, Fred explains how he is going to keep Xian clueless about his future until he has some property to give to the other children. Or something like that. Maybe this explains the mysterious "bought a house in France" story that graces Her og Nu's front page? Or is that a reference to a house that's an upgrade for the Sluuuuuuuuuuuurpsons from the converted goat barn avec satellite dish in the shadow of Cayx? What will Izzy, Princent and Josie get? If Yrma's in charge, it'll be oceanfront property in Queensland for Iz, an eastern suburbs pied-à-terre for Princent, and a Tazzy country cottage for Josie so that MoreMore can visit as much as possible.

Article: Her og Nu

Frederik Defends Christian's Childhood

Although he is aware that his grandmother is queen, and he lives in a castle, six year old Prince Christian has not yet figured out that he will one day be king. For Frederik and Mary have decided to first talk to their son about it when he comes and asks. Until then he must be allowed to walk around in the dark about his fate. 

So reveals Euroman which in the current issue has a great interview with Crown Prince Frederik. Here, the Crown Prince also says that he himself was 11 years old when it really dawned on him that he would one day be king.   

One Easter at Marselisborg, the Queen told her son that brother Joachim would inherit Schackenborg, and Frederik was to inherit the country. It got a lot of thoughts going for Frederik, and while his mum seemed to be the best person to answer questions in this category, Frederik went to his beloved grandmother, Queen Ingrid, with his concerns. There was nobody else to help. On the whole, Frederik could have used a little more support in his teens. 

When asked what advice he would give himself if he met himself as a 13-year-old, the Crown Prince replies: "Be proud of who you are. That was not even something I knew enough back then." It was only when Frederik as a 27-year-old had completed hard training as an elite soldier, did he began to reconcile himself to his special status.  

"When I finally got through Navy SEAL training, I thought: Hell, no, now I can't bother to apologise anymore. I have for too long thought too much about what people thought about me. I do not longer have to apologise that I am a prince, and I have x number of privileges. Now I've given it a roach, I've done it here, says Frederik, who has also done some thinking about what kind of king he will be.  - I think like, I will be remembered as someone who makes a difference when I meet people.

Yrma Bikes to Zara Copenhagen To Buy Children's Clothes, Leaves Empty Handed After Realising She Needs To Lose More Weight To Fit Into Anything

Yesterday, Crown Princess Yrma of Prada rode her bike over to the Zara boutique on Strøget, Copenhagen's main pedestrian shopping street. She was with her bodyguard and wore a black v-neck dress that looks suspiciously like one she wore at a sailing dinner in Ireland back in 2003 before she became official. She also carried a bright blue Bottega Veneta bag and wore off-white flats with an ankle strap which did not flatter her flat feet or large calves. The usual mush-up outfit. She went into the children's clothes section but left empty-handed after realising that no one was going to offer to give her anything for free. Cheap bitch. You could buy the whole ground floor of that place for the price of that bag!

There is also indication that the Boganborgs were recently in the US for a "wilderness adventure". Hm, glamping a la Marie-Chantal's brood? Trying to push Fred and the three youngest kids into the volcano Mount St. Helens? Sending Fred out on a walk for beer in Death Valley? Looking for Mary's lost twin Sasquatch in the Pacific Northwest? Carving Yrma's mug into Mount Rushmore? Having to rummage through Yehudi's office for the misplaced test tube containing the Miracle Triplets?

Article: BT

Mary Shopped for Children's Clothes on Strøget

Even if you are royal, it does not mean that you only go around in expensive clothes from famous brand shops. Crown Princess Mary was good evidence for this on Tuesday, as she was shopping at Zara clothes shop on Strøget. 

Here she went around and slid into the children's clothing department, and she looked at, among other things, a dress in denim fabric. Maybe it was for Princess Isabella or Princess Josephine. But Mary did not buy anything.

The royals have more cars available, but Mary arrived at Zara on her bike with her bodyguard. She asked him if it was okay if she just slipped in, and that was the case. Bt.dk had one employee on site, which says that people were surprised to see the Crown Princess in Zara. 

Zara is one of the cheaper clothing stores, and Mary is known for not minding wearing clothing from such stores. Several times she showed up in clothes from H & M. One time was to DR's 250th anniversary event for Arabian Travel in September last year, while the other time was at the inauguration of the Mother and Child Centre in Kolding in April this year.

It's Official: Euroman Freddles is Happier Without His Wife Thinggie Around. And Microphones, Too, Evidently.

Sportif!

Freddles is featured in the magazine Euroman (!) with some new photos and an article by Danish journalist Anne Sofie Kragh who was in the press pool that accompanied Fred to Mozambique last year. What a little pixie our Freddles is! Nothing but skin and bones at this point, looking dead-eyed and belittled. Proof of what we've all known for years: Fred is crippled by the cruel, demanding, controlling, narcissist Mary Donaldson, Countess of Monpezat and Sandy Bay. Someone get these two a divorce lawyer before Yrma squeezes the Miracle Triplets into her snatch from the waiting turkey baster in Yehudi's fertility lab!

Article: Euroman Magazine

Crown Prince Frederik: Secessionist King

There are at least two versions of the crown prince. Most people know only the official one. The one, who says intricate, almost unintelligible sentences on television. Then there is Frederik. It is he who causes people to relax in his company and thrive on all that is informal. Anne Sofie Kragh has met with both versions and accounts in the new issue of Euroman a portrait of Denmark's future king.

It was the evening where everything was going well for the crown prince. It was May 2011, and he was on his first tour with the Danish Red Cross in Mozambique. After dinner in the primitive camp there were campfires in the nearby village, and everyone sat around the big fire and waited for the Danish crown prince. The chief was there too. He was ready in a beige dress uniform with buttons and stripes of gold. There was music playing, and the Crown Prince was invited up to dance.

He was neither inhibited or went crazy when he danced. He was mostly just happy. After the dance it was time to hear the crown prince's speech to the village. It was not a long or sophisticated speech, but it was his own story, and maybe that was why it worked. When he told us he had four children and two of them were twins, the whole village broke into a cheering roar. When he told us that he had traveled by dogsled in Greenland, and about how hard it is to get food when it is so cold, there was shouting: "Come and live with us."

Afterwards, we were in a smaller cluster and drinking beer. Before the trip, the court had instructed us in how we should appeal to the Crown Prince: It is "De" [ed: you, formal], unless he himself says "du" first, and it appeals to him, His Royal Highness. But the Crown Prince himself had been the least solemn of all. We had a laugh about his tribal dance and much more, and he was quick on the trigger. Funny and sarcastic. Unprejudiced and curious. Chummy and direct.

But above all, it was surprisingly uncomplicated to be in his company, without his ever felt it necessary to blunting itself. The next morning we were then at the table in a tent camp. The Crown Prince had to give his first interview on the trip, and the amended interview manifested everything. It was as if the crown prince was turned off or something, because the tape recorder was turned on.

Gråsten 2012: Daisy Opens the Summer Season With Another Unstylish Cousin Lillibet Garden Party: Guests Spared The Mary Show

Boo! A naked Henri is enough to scare anyone. Except Daisy, who still seems to turn into a giggly schoolgirl when she's around him. So after Henrik enjoyed last Sunday cruising Nyhavn in a tour boat, chillaxin' with a brewski and some friends, Daisy carted him off to Graasten where they opened up their summer home for the season. Poor Daisy. She'd more or less given this task to Freddles after he married The Thing, but he doesn't - or rather she doesn't - want to take Daisy up on the offer to be the family host, dip his toes into the patriarch role, taste a sample of life as king. Fweddie say no! Plus his mother Yrma has told him to tell his mother to piss off. Yrma doesn't like traditions and all that hoity toity royal stuff like smiling through the military greeting parade or meeting the neighbours. Ew. Peasants stink. So, Daisy drags her sister to help do the open house duties, and lookie if they don't host another garden party. Has Lillibet trademarked this plan, because she could make some money on thissie, if Daisy's new deal is to be all British and hope the Danes react positively to the free food and drink and close hobnobbing.

The Dannebrog arrives in Sønderborg, near Graasten.

"Smile. We're to look like this is fun!"

Princess Nathalie zu Sayn-Wittgenstein-Berleburg and Horse Digby Qualify For Danish Olympic Team

The delightful amazone Princess Nathalie will be representing the Danish team in dressage at the London Olympics next month. She and Digby won a berth just recently. Hopefully we will be treated to the site of little Constantin cheering his mum from the sidelines with father Alexander Johannsmann. Distant cousin Zara Phillips has been named herself to Great Britain's eventing team. Nathalie will be going up against Yrma let-them-eat-cake icon Ann Romney's horse Rafalca, a 15 year old Oldenburg ridden by her trainer Jan Ebeling, who just qualified for the US Team. Go Denmark!

Article: Her og Nu

Princess Nathalie to the Olympics

Princess Nathalie and her horse Digby have been selected for the Danish dressage team which is going to the Olympics in London.

The Danish royal family are not just spectators at the Olympic Games in London. Over the weekend, Princess Nathalie and her horse Digby were selected for the Danish dressage team which will compete for medals in the English capital. At the last Olympics in Beijing Princess Nathalie won bronze together with the national team, and in general, the Danish riders are at the forefront of the international competitions, so there are great expectations for the three riders and their horses. For Nathalie, who has ridden since she was four years old, the selection for the Olympics is the result of fierce and focused training.

"The Olympics, I think, is every athlete's dream. You can't tell me that it isn't. It's been a goal, and since 2008 it is something I've been working towards", said Nathalie a month ago on sport.dk. The Dressage Competition begins on 2 August and ends with the Grand Prix Freestyle on 9 August.