Minnie escribió:
Lizzie Bowes-Lyon tampoco estaba encantada precisamente con que su hija Lilibet se casase con Philip, a quien llamaba, agarraos que vienen curvas, "the Hun".
Me pongo a imaginar las risas que el Duque tendría con la Duquesa de Windsor, que por cierto llamaba a la reina madre de Cookie.
Se parecia, dijo Wallis, como una cocinera escosesa = scottish cook. COOKIE.
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Y me figuro su espanto ante la posibilidad de una casa Mountbatten en Inglaterra, después de que su querido suegro George V había decretado que eran la casa de Windsor porque no había nada que pudiese sonar más brittish.
Dicieron que la Reina Mary dijo en voz alta sobre la supuesta dinastia Mountbatten-Windsor, "We'll never hear the last of it from Dickie" = Dickie no terminara de hablar sobre el asunto.
Me encanta toda esa historia. Gracias por oirlos, Dinastias!
PD: El supuesto
affaire con Pat Kirkwood, la "Betty Grable" de Inglaterra, de Felipe no va mas que de boato. Las cartas entre ellos aparentemente lo confirman.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/artic ... wgirl.htmlPERO...este articulo del Mail, tiene el relato fascinante de Felipe dansando la noche con Pat Kirkwood, encuanto Isabel estaba embarasada de Carlos de OCHO meses.
"Backstage, in the star dressing room after the curtain had fallen, Kirkwood, waited impatiently for her then boyfriend, the society photographer Baron, to arrive to take her out for dinner.
Dressed to the nines in a fabulous new long pale coral evening dress, with one black velvet rose on the hip, and a white ermine jacket, Kirkwood was less than pleased when Baron phoned her from Wheeler's Restaurant in Soho, where he had spent the day at a more than usually bibulous meeting of the all-male Thursday Club, which held weekly luncheons.
'There will be three of us,' he announced in a sepulchral whisper, and then hung up.
The royal party left the theatre, with Prince Philip driving Kirkwood in his sports car. According to the later account of Kirkwood's third husband, actor, composer and playwright Hubert Gregg, copious quantities of alcohol had been consumed at the Thursday Club.
'Not to put too fine a point on it, they'd all had a skinful,' said Gregg. 'Pat was not a driver, but she may well have saved Prince Philip from a drink-driving charge.
'On their way up Piccadilly, he was running into the bumpers of cars in front of them, and she several times grabbed the wheel in order to prevent an accident.'
Their arrival at Mayfair's most exclusive restaurant, Les Ambassadeurs, caused a sensation.
At the sight of the tall, flaxen-haired royal consort, escorting the most beautiful young star of the day to their table, a hush descended on the celebrity-packed nightspot.
As Philip ordered beer and Kirkwood ordered champagne, hardly a knife or fork moved at any of the adjoining tables.
'You could have heard a pin drop,' she told me many years later.
Next, the royal party went on to the Milroy nightclub upstairs, where Kirkwood and Philip danced until 4.30am. The encounter ended with the dancing partners consuming scrambled eggs at dawn in Baron's flat.
Unknown to Kirkwood, even before they had left the nightclub, the rumour mills had started to grind. Within 24 hours, the saga was in print around the world.
George VI, incandescent with rage on behalf of his daughter, the future Queen, who was then eight months pregnant with her first child, Charles, lambasted his son-in-law in largely unprintable language.
Baron also fell from royal favour as a result of this episode. When Prince Philip attempted to recommend him to take the official pictures of the Queen's Coronation in 1953, he was sternly opposed by his formidable mother-in-law, the Queen Mother, who insisted successfully that Cecil Beaton should be chosen.
Most royal rumours swiftly fade. This one did not. With the years, it grew in substance.
Kirkwood was horrified to hear herself being openly described as Philip's mistress, and influential members of White's (the leading Establishment club in St James's) [comentario Maravilha: WHITES! Todo se centra ahi, creo] began to state authoritatively that the royal consort had given the musical star a white Rolls-Royce.
The truth, however, was that Kirkwood had never possessed a Rolls-Royce and was simply given a miniature one by her second husband, shipowner Spiro de Spero Gabriele. It stood on her mantelpiece for years.
Possibly in an attempt to squash the rumours, Prince Philip took the Queen to watch Kirkwood displaying her celebrated legs as Principal Boy in a West End pantomime, and the star was chosen to appear in four Royal Variety Performances, after each of which she was publicly presented to the Queen and her husband."Primer plano de Pat Kirkwood.
, y chilló que no era nada mas que "una amoeba de m---a". 