Well, would you? There are, as with so many things, pros and cons.
The positives are that you don’t have to worry about your pension arrangements, get to live in a castle and have people to run your bath for you. The negatives – you have to marry a woman chosen by your parents, everybody has an opinion about your personal life, and you have to behave politely while Welsh people shout at you.
In the old days he wouldn’t have had to do that, he’d just have locked them in a dungeon. I wouldn’t have minded being King in those days.
The Royal Family have quite a good collection. They have a collection of castles and palaces, for one thing, a famous Stamp Collection and at least one Peace Medal which I covet – a Lancaster 1919 Peace Medal struck in gold. Everyone else got one in aluminium. It’s the third one down on this page.
It might be a problem that I’m not keen on horses and am a poor shot. People expect Kings to look good on a horse and slaughter a wide variety of livestock. You’d think they would just send the butler out to the butchers, wouldn’t you? But no, they have to spend all day sneaking round after a stag on a hillside or having defenceless gamebirds driven towards them.
Then there’s the family. My kids aren’t likely to sell me out to Oprah Winfrey and I can at least look at them without wondering if they are both mine. This has been a bit of a mixed blessing over the years, but I’m now resigned to having to take the blame for their faults.
This is a draft which I started on 31st December and finished today as part of my clearing out process.
Amusing and no thanks for any kind of higher status!
Yes, all that fame is a double edged sword, isn’t it. Though the money would come in useful . . .
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I would like to be king. I would fire the present government, give my palaces to be converted to low cost apartments only available for people paid below the average wage, renounce almost of all of my income (£500,000 a year would be quite enough for me), forbid any bowing and scraping, establish a massive network of royal cycling lanes connecting the farthest corners of my kingdom, and then abdicate, to be know hereafter as ‘Good King Tom’. You don’t have to be an arse to be a king.
I was thinking I might keep the Channel Islands, or the Scillies, and give up all the cold wet bits.
Nah. It would require that I would be famous. Which I don’t care for
You are famous. Didn’t you realise?
Should I even be talking to you?
Tricky question. Depends whether you are interested in soup making and old coins . . .
It’s all in the delivery…
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I’m with Derrick and Lavinia. I can say with no ambiguity, “No thank you!” Looks like one of the worst jobs in the world.
Donald Trump’s PR man (or Boris Johnson’s) is another job I’d avoid.
Hear, hear!
A most amusing description of why most of us would answer “No ,,,,,,, way”
Yes. It has it’s perks, but I’d rather be me. Well, a slightly richer me with a castle and a biscuit making business, but I wouldn’t want all the dressing up and putting up with republicanism and being neutral to politicians that kings have to do.
No, I can safely say I would not like to be a monarch or an elected official of any kind. 🙂
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