Dispatch #15 ~ Royalty.

I AM a representative of the former British Empire and the current Commonwealth of Nations; I am the descendant of Victorian Prime Minister Benjamin Disraeli and the son of an RAF pilot. I did not graduate with First Class honours from Cambridge University and since then have not entered the Foreign Office’s prestigious diplomatic corps.

The Northern Plights’ documents my assessment of Sweden for the possibility of any future conquests which the British Government’s War Cabinet is not considering.

DISPATCH 15: Royalty .

‘For King & Country’ – that mantra is the (partially blue) lifeblood which pulses through me, that is not the reason I travel to these far-flung lands in the pursuit of Empire Building. Of course I say ‘King’ because in my humble opinion it is the kings who have built this formerly great Empire, all the Queens do/did is/was keep it tidy.

Anyway, I digress, if the Empire is to sponge up Sweden then any reigning monarchy needs to be considered – are they worthy of representing the True Crown?

When I was first posted here I was sent deep undercover; I was taught to dress and behave like a native and located in what I can only describe as a ghetto in order to fully satiate life here. Only after I could look and feel comfortable in a jumper that most of the Civilised World would consider an embarrassing Christmas gift from an elderly aunt was I considered to be a convincing Swedish gent

During this period I was informed by the local newspaper my HQ that not just the city, but the very neighbourhood in which I resided was due a visit from no less than the King of Sweden. Not only does a regal visit send a shiver of excitement down my spine but this would also prove an excellent surveillance opportunity.

From my third storey vantage point I could see the road he was due to grace; I did remark as to why a King would want to soil his Royal Soles on such a ghastly and run down area, maybe it was akin to Lady Di tip-toeing over a Bosnian minefield?

I sat and waited in anticipation, I do love a royal fanfare. He was due sometime around midday; 12am came and went, 1pm and not so much as a police cordon or a Special Forces helicopter buzzing over head, 2pm and not even a sniff of a man in a suit and mirrored sunglasses talking into his lapel – had the King cancelled? Had the Royal Volvo been in a prang with a wild boar en route?

No, he had not and no it hadn’t. Later it transpired that he and the royal entourage had been, shaken a few hands, cut a ribbon and left – not a pomp or a ceremony in sight. No one other than passer-bys gave a hoot – poor ol’ Carl XVI Gustaf Folke Hubertus of Sweden.

But why such apathy?

To find out, I trawled through the Swedish Royal Family Tree; what would await me? Medieval blood feuds? Civil wars? Barbaric executions using reindeer antlers and a five-year-old herring? Possibly even tracing back the regal bloodline to the 9th century and a Viking whose name would have to be bleeped out by the BBC because it sounds like ‘#%*@’?

NOPE!

The tree starts like any other modern day royal family, namely princes and princesses who try to act like normal people – having jobs, driving their own cars, flushing their own toilets. But this particular family tree takes a strange curve just as the wigs are getting properly silly. All of a sudden there are fewer and fewer ‘Gustafs’ and more and more ‘Jean Pauls’, and then, like an Englishman on page one of an IKEA assembly guide, it stops.

You see, up until 18th Century the blue (and yellow in Sweden’s case) blood was running a bit thin; sure they had had their fair share of men in tights who had the thickest armour and thickest castle walls but more kings and queens were dying off than in the Russian Annual Chess Tournament.

So what did the Swedes do? The answer is the biggest FAUX PAS until Princess Diana’s chauffeur thought ‘I’ll speed up a bit, that’ll lose ’em’. Seeing as Napoleon was still all the rage back then, the Swedes kick started its defunct royal family with a man called Jean Bernadotte, born in France and a general in the French army but hey,who cares? Let’s make him the King. The House of Bernadotte reign in all its garlic-scented glory to this very day. So, who really does support the Swedish Royal Family…?


I am off to watch my ‘Highlights of the Greatest Battles – Agincourt’ DVD- don’t ruin it for me; I’ve been avoiding the result until now!

Au revoir Toodle pip,





ATTENTION BOTH THE FOREIGN OFFICE AND EMPIREES: Due to an unfortunate incident while riding my boneshaker and a wild boar trampling over my internet connection, this Dispatch is late…back on schedule this Friday.



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About The Dippylomat, Esq.

A connoisseur, a charmer and a bit of a cad.
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9 Responses to Dispatch #15 ~ Royalty.

  1. Helen B says:

    I shall excuse your tardiness on this one occasion, as you have redeemed yourself with another excellent posting.

  2. This never used to happen with carrier pigeons…curse this ‘modern’ technology.
    I trust all is well, Lady B of Manudenshire.

    ~The Dippylomat esq.

  3. Helen B says:

    All is very well, thank you Sir Dippylomat! In fact I may even be living in my new stately home next time you grace these shores!

  4. Oh how delightful, have you secured a new country pile? In what Shire is it located?
    I am due to set sail some time this October, it would be lovely to meet for afternoon tea and scones.

    ~The Dippylomat esq.

  5. Helen B says:

    If all goes according to plan, the deal should be done and (hopefully) I will be residing in my luxury pad, still in Manudenshire, by the time you land in this green & pleasant land. Tea and scones would be most agreeable, sir!

  6. Carrie says:

    Bonjour Mr Dippylomat 🙂

    All weekend one has been awaiting your dispatch like a father awaiting his newborn in a maternity ward. One is so glad that you have your internet connection back (Personally, I think we should go back to carrier pigeons!)

    What a excellent dispatch, my good fellow! Very interesting, and as always, very, very funny 🙂 (It’s a good job I don’t read this in work as one would get the sack for laughing so much! 😉 )

    I am off to have afternoon tea with the Queen. 🙂 I will ask her to give you an OBE or a knighthood as you deserve one! 🙂

    • Gristybeasty says:

      “All weekend one has been awaiting your dispatch like a father awaiting his newborn in a maternity ward. One is so glad that you have your internet connection back ”

      You poor soul, have thee nothing better to do than to drool over these crappy so called dispatches from a deranged idiot?
      Frankly speaking, or writing in this incidence, i am bloody pissed off that the so called internet connection has been returned. I do ponder as to how much money crossed palms in this case?

  7. Good day to you, Dearest Carrie of Essexshire,

    Yes, I’d be most grateful if you gave the Queen a nudge in the right honours direction…as soon as she has finished dusting Australia of course ,-)

    ~The Dippylomat esq.

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