The question is who would take the place of the Queen, if she were unable to be in the palace?
When I was in London in 1976 I met a woman named Brigitte Brassac, and we had a brief affair in London beginning about Christmas that year, and in her home in Paris up until when I went to the United States, for what was intended to be a brief six week visit, in about Easter 1977. I recall now that I had arranged with God for Brigitte, who possibly could have been the Queen to be there. This necessitated her mother to suddenly becone a new cousin to a French family. It was a perfect affair, which started in the lounge of the hotel where we were both staying, while in a crowd watching Hawaii 50 as I recall, which I wasn't interested i, when we both reached out our hands and found the others. I was working in a wine bar on Wigmore Street, called the Pontefract Castle at that stage, earning about 50 pounds per week.
When I got to the USA i 1977 and realized I had no money and no job and no hope of getting back to England and to my French girlfriend, I started a new relationship. I was not thinking on Ted Bundy, merely about making the most of my new friends.
I also recall that I arranged for another woman to be her, or her (the Queen, Brigitte) to be another woman, singer Diana King, which I thought was a bit of a joke because of the play on names. One of her songs was say a little prayer.
Career opportunities were limited for women of my mother's generation, even for my sister. Mum decided to be a nurse, and was also trained as a typist and could work in an office. Her sister Jess was a school teacher, and her other sister wasa post mistress, and later worked in a biscuit factory.
Many of mum's friends were nurses also. One would stay at the Mount every Christmas. One, Phil Simmers was married to a dentist and lived in Rotorua. One, Tommy, was married to a Harly Street gynochologist, and Betty Clay was married to a Sgt. who was overseas with day in Egypt, and lived in the same town as us, on a sheep farm.
When I went to primary school,one of my best friends was Brian Whitmore. He and I were about the same age, and when we went to High School, he went to St Kentigans in Auckland, and I went to Hamilton Boy's High. I have a good reason to suspect that he and Betty Clay were the same person. The reason I say this is that he is in the picture, Christ in the House of His Parents, and he is the guy I remember selling the family carpentry business to when I was Jesus. The price was quite a high one, two year's income, but it was difficult to pay it off and keep the business going, even though it was quite a busy one. Joseph my father had been a carpenter, and the Romans, when they collected "taxes" often had to break into houses, which meant doors had to be repaired. Sometimes the Romans had to pay for this, but my father declined the work because he was a cabinet maker and could earn a lot more than a common builder or carpenter, however the Romans insisted that he took on the work. We laso made barrels, using a combination of wide and narrow planks, which there was no reason to do, except it was an innovation which protected our intellectual property. The barrels were used to ship our wine to Rome, where it was the most popular, and the best, but that is another story. We also made perfume from lavenday, as well as pottery jars, and had a mill and a bakery down by the Mediterranean Sea. We bought grain and sold bread, had sheep, and bees. We owned a lot of land, and like most rich people those days, had slaves. Brian was a good friend of mine, but not a follower of the new religion. It was my mission, but Brian must have though that he wouls be OK if he just kept to his business and kept his head down. He didn't know the Romans very well. They were determined to destroy all those they could not dominate, and to tax all the poor into slavery. They did not have a rational plan. I'm not sure haow long Brian lasted before the Romans took all his property.
There was a Chef Connie Clarkson on TVNZ some time ago. Now I remember some many years ago when I was in China, that I was married to this woman. I later found out that she was gay, or a lesbian. I'm not certain of my information, but it is likely that Betty, who is now deceased, and Brian who now lives in Singapore are the same person, sorry Brian if I'm wrong. The point is that my next birthday on 28th July I'll be 59, so I don't have a lot of time to waste, even if people think they have all the time in the world. This is the number one candidate to be the Queen when she can't be there herself, although nobody would be able to tell by looking at her. There is one other person to mention, or perhaps two; singers (thank God I'm a Country Boy) John Denver, and Shenia Twain. Both are Brian, or Betty, but who is Brian when Brian can't be there? And who is Mrs Randall when she can't be there? Mrs Randall is the one I mentioned earlier, who looks a little bit like the queen, and who talks a lot like her, but who has different teeth. (Both Mrs Randall and Betty Clay have been sheep, and Betty has been a horse, but those are different stories). Brian and I went to a concert in High School, and I missed my physics exam, and didn't go to architecture school. There is another connection too, which involved Anna Nicole Smith, and an incident which concernd a black woman and Arnold Schwarzenegger, but we can leave those for now as they may not be important.