{"id":11348,"date":"2025-09-21T10:36:05","date_gmt":"2025-09-21T09:36:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/poorlittlerichgays.com\/?p=11348"},"modified":"2025-09-21T10:38:35","modified_gmt":"2025-09-21T09:38:35","slug":"how-england-really-is","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poorlittlerichgays.com\/?p=11348","title":{"rendered":"How England Really&nbsp;Is"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Sunday 21st September 2025<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>On the way I, Adrian Edge, ran into Harry Rollo and Mercury Mr Kitten at the traffic lights. They were returning from a private outing to the Jarman House on the sand dunes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Only some of the most well-known people in their fields &#8211; at the traffic lights. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I couldn&#8217;t stop long because due at the Hall. Our seats were in a box. I assumed the allocation was random but maybe not. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The boxes at the Hall are for twelve not known to each other. Royston King and I, Adrian Edge, took our seats. It was to be the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra &#8211; very, very high. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Little did we know what glory was to ensue. There were other people in the box but unknowns. To the side though, there was a stirring, a sense of presence which rapidly materialised. Royston at once was wondering whether to hail&#8230; the Controller of Radio 3, whose drinks party we had attended at the previous Prom. He was right next to us. Royston didn&#8217;t wonder for long. The megaphone was out. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Others were taking their seats. Among them Matthew Bonne Femme, the gardener, superb in florals as was his husband. But too far away to get the attention of.. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We had to wait until the interval, where outside in the corridor there was a flurry. Matthew Bonne Femme remembered me. I had to shout Royston King down to get across to him about the Crape Myrtle. Royston had started up about the Memorial Garden for Queen Elizabeth 11 in Regent&#8217;s Park. 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