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nineveh_uk ([personal profile] nineveh_uk) wrote2006-02-28 03:09 pm
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Mis-guided use of creativity

Whilst I normally completely and utterly disapprove of [whatever the correct acronym is for] fic "starring" real people*, Princes William and Harry meet Lord Peter Wimsey's orphaned niece Lady Sheila has to be read to be believed.

William and Harry were watching the telly... or, rather, they were trying to.
Their father’s best friend since forever- Gerald Wimsey, the Duke of Denver- was visiting, and the two men were conversing in tones the boys found much to loud. How on earth were they supposed to appreciate the quality of premium cable if they couldn’t hear it?! Why couldn’t Charles and Gerald go into another room?!
It was an outrage!
“Dad.” William called testily. “Could you please keep it down?”


I should add that the portraits of the lead characters are considerably more flattering than those in the average red top. Nary an ill-chosen fancy dress uniform in sight.

*[livejournal.com profile] gramarye1971’s political Black Ops vignettes notwithstanding, and they can count as satire anyway ;-)

[identity profile] nineveh-uk.livejournal.com 2006-02-28 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Oops. Fixed. Don't work (she says, after talking to mother on phone for 20 minutes).
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[personal profile] tree_and_leaf 2006-02-28 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
And now I am somewhat scared...

(Is it worrying that my first reaction to this story was 'Gerald and Charles wouldn't get on'? And that my second was 'Why is Jerry squicked by the thought of dating a cousin; his parents are cousins?'. Though of course, having seen his parents' marriage, that might be the reason...)

[identity profile] nineveh-uk.livejournal.com 2006-02-28 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I think if there is any lesson to be drawn from Gerald and Helen's marriage, is it that Marrying Out Can Be a Good Thing, but whilst Jerry would surely run for the hills at the prospect of getting thus ensnared himself, squicked, no.