Showing posts with label Bronington. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bronington. Show all posts

Friday, May 18, 2007

Prince Charles and the Green Arrow


So what could Prince Charles and the Green Arrow possibly have in common? Well the image gives us one clue and if you click on the Green Arrow profile there is another dead give away if you should choose to read it.

Yep. The Mob, The Andrew, The Royal Navy. We both served on Ton Class Minesweepers or Hunters out of H.M.S. Lochinvar in Scotland. So did I meet the Prince of Wales?

No, but I had a pint with a man who drank with a man who served with the Prince of Wales. Well something like that. Well at the time, Prince Charles was Commanding Officer of H.M.S. Bronington and I was the sole Radio Operator on board that beautiful image above, H.M.S. Kedleston. The Tiger Tails on top the bridge reveal her to be a Mine Hunter. Greatest days of my life, etc,etc. A bit of detective work should soon reveal my identity.

So what has this do to with our future King? Well naturally we in the Squadron were all interested in what sort of man he was and so when our new Bosun's Mate was transferred to us from the Bronington we pumped him for all he was worth about old big ears himself.

Well it seemed that Prince Charles was much like our own well loved Skipper. Capable, fair and fun. Who in all honesty as young men we would have died for. Boarding suspected gun runners in a force eight can be a little frightening I can assure you. So us Ton Boat guys were a tight lot and if you did not fit in, you were gone. Regardless of rank. He was good.

So I have always had an interest in our heir to the throne. But sadly from my early days as an admirer, I have had to review my opinions on the man. Quite simply he changed and not for the best.

I first had my doubts about him when it was revealed to the world via the leaked contents of his mobile phone that he wished to be a Tampax so he could be carried around in Camilla.

But the cuckolding of his slappers husband and supposed friend, Cavalry Officer Andrew Parker Bowles, I found beyond the pale.

Leaving out the "I talk to the trees but they don't listen to me" business there then became his obsession with Islam. He dared not come out and say it but it was there.

He stated that when he ascended to the throne he wished to be known as Defender of Faiths instead of Defender of The Faith which is the true and only title for a King of Our Country.

Then I am pointed to a site by one of our agents that reveals a lot more light about Prince Charles and his links to the Cult of the Dead Paedophile. Robert, top man, wanted to know this.

Is Prince Charles a Convert to Islam? Read this article at the Weblog of Daniel Pipes and see what you think.

One last possibly interesting thing about my time on board M1153 callsign GSRP were the strange events of the night of
September 8th, 1970. I will always know what I was doing that day. The Bosuns Mate I referred to earlier was also the Kedlestons Diver. His name was "Boot" Wortley. He knows the truth.

“The Royal Navy of England hath ever been its greatest defense and ornament; it is its ancient and natural strength; the floating bulwark of the island.”