Coming Of Adage
‘SINCE the moment of his birth, Prince William has been striving to be less ignorant.
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So far his efforts to gain experience have taken him to Mrs Mynors Nursery, the hockey pitch at Ludgrove School in Berkshire and hospital – after playing with a friend on a putting green, he was hit on the side of the head with a golf club.
Gaining experience, as William will attest, rarely comes without pain, especially if you stub a toe or pirouette into a dying swan. As the Mirror reports, the prince has joined the ballet.
He came from the tough backstreets of Kensington, says the Mirror, lampooning the film Billy Elliot and showing a picture of William dancing in a salon.
Against all the odds he battled through prep school and Eton. Every day he struggled with the knowledge that he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and would soon be forced to sit on a throne surrounded by servants and small dogs. This is story of triumph over privilege. This is the story of the boy they knew as Billy Windsor.
Interesting. But if William is secure enough in his masculinity to strap on a pair of tights and leap and prance around a stage, then fair enough.
But the truth is that hes not dancing. William simply spent part of last week organising sets for the Bolshoi Ballet. Its all part to his work experience programme at Chatsworth House, Derbyshire, the home of the Duke and Duchess of Devonshire.
William is not the new Billy Elliot. Hes not been flexing his muscles. Hes been schlepping a bit of stage furniture.
Having misled us once, the Mirror goes on to say that the aim to give William a rounded experience of working life will soon see him work in a bank and join a mountain rescue team.
Or visit the Post Office and stand atop a mole hill…’
Posted: 20th, October 2005 | In: Tabloids Comment | TrackBack | Permalink
