Greetings All
First, Disclaimer! This overtly Silly Post is best read ‘internally’ in a Posh Royal Female voice - if you can muster the energy? And, at the same time, whilst imagining ‘One’ seated majestically at a priceless antique Walnut Veneer desk and festooned by Real Silver Tinsel and other Festive ornaments.
To be honest, I don’t know why I still concoct this nonsense. All I can say is: Gawd Help You if you are Daft (or maybe Deranged?) enough to follow it. Haven’t you got anything better to do?
Anyway, here goes, for better or worse..
A Very Special Guest arrived at Benjamin Mansions tonight under strict Police and Security Surveillance, and asked me to convey their Special Christmas Speech to You Lot from here since (q.) “One’s Humble Pad in London is getting a bit frantic recently”. Oh well: lucky I’ve got a spare guest bed. As they say in ASDA - Happy to Help!
(HRH speech transcript):
“As 2018 draws to an end, I would like to take this opportunity to convey my Festive Greetings to all of my six-and-a-half Loyal Followers in the UK and around the Globe (and not forgetting one-and-a-half of you in Welsh Wales, ‘look you’).
I appreciate that, for many of Us Lot, this year has been another of immense Change and Challenge.
We have experienced many Turbulent Events such as the continuing Pred Wars with some of our GPs and Rheumies, together with trying to give Practical and Emotional Support to the increasing numbers of scared and confused PMR / GCA Newbies arriving on our Shores.
Also, we have had to cope with the many Challenges involved in making some kind of Sense of our own PMR / GCA Journey in the Pursuit of understanding and achieving some Relief from our shared Plight. And, as for Brexit? Ohh, better not go there..
In addition: many of Us Lot have had to endure the increasing impact of Fake News on our Daily Lives. By Fake News, I refer to the desperate, last-minute 2-for-1 commercial Christmas offerings in our UK supermarkets for such trivial things as Organically harvested Brocolli, Marmite flavoured Brussels Sprouts and those stupid Household Gadgets that have no practical use to Man nor Beast - but are hard to resist all the same.
‘One’ was in LIDL with Phil last week (both of us incognito, of course - not good for the Public Image if recognised). All I can say is: ‘One is / We are Not Amused’. If I’m honest, Phil was spitting bricks. On the other hand, he does that most of the time - even in Fortnum & Mason at the fag counter. So, no surprises then? Bless….
But I digress:
During 2018, many of Us PMR / GCA Lot have also been faced with increasing Uncertainty around The Future: not only for Ourselves, but also for our Families and Communities, Society, and the World at Large. Just listen to ‘SIR’ (MY idea - ha!) Dave Battenberg’s recent talk at that Climate Gig-thingy event in Poland. On second thoughts, he might have a point. But what do I care at age 90? All I can say is: Charles is on the Case. He’s good with these types of things …
On the Positive Side:
This year has also provided many of Us PMR GCA Lot with a Sense of Hope and Optimism, despite the Challenges of our prevailing Health and other Conditions.
Let One explain:
Many of my Subjects / Followers report a Steely Determination to defy the ravages of our illnesses. And, to use a popular term: to ‘Carry on Regardless’. It reminds One of the ‘Carry On..’ films from the 1970s. (Confession time: the late Sid James was my Comedy Hero - but don’t tell anyone or Phil will be jealous).
Or, for some of the more Defiant of us: the Answer is simply to Punch PMR or GCA squarely on the Nose and tell it to Bu**er Off. But, as you might understand, One can’t advocate any form of Violence or use Offensive Expletives (swear words) in my only Big Speech of the Year. Shame though. If only - I know quite a few… 
Whatever the case: Myself, Phil, Uncle MB, Tedski and all at Benjamin Mansions wish you a Merry Christmas and a Positive New Year.
So that’s it. I’m done-in after all this Official Talking. Sorry, must turn-in now, take my Royal Preds and listen to my Fave Latin Jazz album on my CD Walkman on the headphones under the covers. It helps to drown-out Phil’s snoring if nothing else. Lush, or what…!
Love and Kisses, ‘LIZZIE’.
(…..MB.. Phil / Tedski / Whoever - that’s another Bl**dy Christmas Speech DONE. Job’s a Good Un. I’m whacked. Now, can you help me to put my socks on - and PASS THE FRIGGIN SHERRY PLEEEZZZ???!!!)”.
[End of Speech from HRH courtesy of ‘Uncle’ MB at Benjamin Mansions, WSM]
Oh, well, there you have it. Happy Christmas All. And remember: try to keep smiling through the tough bits. It won’t cure PMR / GCA - but it might help in the coping process at least?
