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This is interesting reading on epsteins little black book

As has been said, it’s very long, and quite dull, so I’ve put it in spoiler tags to avoid cluttering the page.
Ghislaine Maxwell and Jeffrey Epstein: I phoned every number in their little black book

After finding an unredacted list of the billionaire paedophile’s contacts in a dark corner of the internet, Leland Nally embarked on a unique and unsettling project

Sitting on his sofa at home in Los Angeles, Leland Nally picked up his phone and dialled an unlisted number for Buckingham Palace. “I called a number I shouldn’t have had,” he says. “When someone replied, I just asked if Prince Andrew was there.” No one at the palace could have known at the time, but the Duke of York had just been dragged into an epic journalistic investigation. The resulting story — 12,000 words of it — was published in the American magazine Mother Jones just over a week ago. Nally’s efforts have added intriguing new layers of detail to the criminal record of Jeffrey Epstein, the billionaire paedophile.

On the day after Epstein’s sudden death in a Manhattan prison cell in August last year, Nally launched himself into a daunting homegrown project that would occupy him for more than a year and involve some 2,000 phone calls. He ended up producing a riveting portrait of the world inhabited by Epstein and his British-born friend Ghislaine Maxwell at the peak of their seemingly irresistible social powers.


It all started with Epstein’s “little black book”. This vast compendium contained the telephone numbers, email addresses and postal addresses of just about everyone who had ever crossed the path of the shadowy American financier — and many others who had little or no connection to Epstein and were stunned to find their names on his list. John Cleese, the former Monty Python actor, has said he believes he appears in Epstein’s book because “I once beat him at croquet”.
Stuart Pivar and his wife Larimore

Stuart Pivar and his wife Larimore
SEAN ZANNI
When pictures of the book’s pages began to appear on the internet in 2015, the contact details were blacked out, leaving a roll call of the famous and not so famous, including Donald, Melania and Ivanka Trump, Dustin Hoffman, Sir Mick Jagger, Henry Kissinger and Tony Blair. There was also Tracey, Anastasia, Sophie and Tiffany — four women with no surnames listed under “Massage-California”. As Nally makes clear at several points in his Mother Jones article, there is no suggestion that any of those mentioned on the list had any knowledge of Epstein’s criminal activities. Some had never even met him.
In recent years, several journalists have obtained copies of the original book, with telephone numbers intact. The Miami Herald and The New York Times are among newspapers that tried to contact some of the better-known names on the list to inquire about their relationship with Epstein.

Nally, 27, a former LA musician, had a better idea — or a dafter one, given the punishing workload involved. He had seen a page of Epstein’s book online with contact details intact, and reasoned that the entire document might be findable. He searched “the shittiest place on the internet” — the conspiracy theorist forum formerly known as 8chan. “Sure enough, there was a copy,” he tells me over the phone. “So I grabbed it.”
He then set about calling every single number on the list of 1,571 names — about 2,000 calls in all. “I sat on my couch and phoned up royalty, spoke to ambassadors ... and left squeaky voicemails for what must constitute a considerable percentage of the world oligarchy,” Nally writes. At one point, he jokes, he found himself “awake at my desk at 4am so I could call every paedophile in London”.
Many of Epstein’s wealthier contacts had multiple numbers, for home, second home, third home, work, carphone and yacht. Epstein himself had separate numbers for the front and back seats of his Mercedes. There are 16 numbers listed for the Duke of York, including one marked “Balmoral” and another “Palace ex direc” (presumably “ex-directory”).
This was how Nally, with plenty of time on his hands once the coronavirus pandemic reached California, found himself dialling a private number at Buckingham Palace and asking for the Duke of York.
On that occasion, he didn’t get far. “I was patched through to someone else,” he tells me. “Then they patched me through to another someone else and finally I was asked angrily how I got this number and who I was. Then they hung up on me.”
There were to be many hang-ups, some shouted threats and lots of wrong or disconnected numbers. At times Nally said he despaired at a self-imposed task that had become “almost grotesquely boring and routine”. Yet he kept at it and, like a California gold miner prospecting for nuggets, he occasionally dug up a whopper.
Not the least reason he kept going was the disquieting response he received to the first call he made. Epstein’s contacts book contained what was listed as the personal smartphone of Melania Trump, now America’s first lady. Nally couldn’t resist starting there. He was sitting in a coffee shop near his Los Angeles home when he dialled the number and it went straight to voicemail. “It was the first of my calls, I was too scared to leave a message,” he tells me, laughing at the memory.
He tried several other numbers and, minutes later, someone called him back. “This guy identified himself as FBI and talked about fraudulent phone calls,” Nally says. “My first thought was that it was the Secret Service and something to do with my calling Melania, although it could have been some security stooge for someone else I’d called, pretending to be from the FBI.”
Whoever it was, it persuaded Nally that the book he had copied from the internet was genuine, and that he now had in his possession the phone numbers of everybody Epstein knew. “Every one of them was about to get a call from me,” he writes in Mother Jones.
Around 50 calls later he struck pay dirt. He got through to Stuart Pivar, a wealthy 90-year-old art collector who made a fortune in plastic containers and was a close friend of the late artist Andy Warhol. Pivar told Nally that Epstein was “my best pal for decades”. He spent an hour on the phone discussing his “very, very sick” friend, who he claimed was suffering from “satyriasis”, the male version of nymphomania.
Like most of Epstein’s friends, Pivar claimed not to know of his fondness for underage girls, but he offered illuminating insights into one of the more baffling aspects of the New York-based paedophile’s life: his enthusiasm for intellectual soirées to which he invited leading scientists and thinkers.
Leland Nally

Leland Nally
Pivar portrayed Epstein as a charming and accomplished “bullshitter”, Nally writes, “who had an affinity for posing pseudo-deep questions such as ‘What is up?’ and ‘What is down?’ at the scientific summits he hosted on his private island”. He quotes Pivar as telling him: “While everybody was watching we began to realise he didn’t know what he was talking about. Then after a couple of minutes — Jeffrey had no attention span whatsoever — he would interrupt the conversation and change it and say things like, ‘What does that got to do with pussy?’ ”
Perhaps Nally’s luckiest find was a minor actress who met Epstein before he became super-rich in the early 1980s and had somehow stayed close to him while avoiding his sexual clutches. Her name was apparently too obscure for any other journalist to have recognised it on Epstein’s list.
When Nally called her, she spoke to him at length and in great detail in “multiple” conversations on condition that he not name her. He refers to her in his article as Julie. “A lot of people were eager to share about Epstein but couldn’t get to the point they were comfortable about putting their name to it,” he tells me. “Why would anyone want their name attached to something like that?”
Julie insisted the girls around Epstein were at least initially “happy” to be there, partly because “his attention span was short and he could be really rude. So any girl that was around him had to be up and bubbly.” Julie further claimed that the girls weren’t just there to entertain Epstein — he used them to get close to powerful or influential men. “He would take some rich guy and introduce him to a girl,” she says.
Nally says he spoke to another woman on his list who told him she met Epstein at an art fair in Palm Beach, Florida. He quotes the woman as saying: “Epstein came up to me and said, ‘Would you like a date with Prince Andrew?’ ” The duke has repeatedly denied all knowledge of Epstein’s sexual activities.
As Epstein grew wealthier, Julie found that the man she had come to regard as a mentor and a friend was beginning to change. “The Ghislaine thing is the key,” she told Nally.
Ghislaine Maxwell, Epstein’s well-connected British-born friend and alleged accomplice, is in jail in New York facing federal charges of enticement of minors, sex trafficking of children and perjury. Epstein’s relationship with her “was by all accounts tumultuous, toxic and life- altering for both of them”, writes Nally.
Julie portrays Maxwell as a “shark” and “a scary woman”. She said Epstein developed a “crush” on Maxwell soon after they met, but that she “treated him like crap”. Then Ghislaine’s father, the British publisher Robert Maxwell, died in 1991 after falling off his yacht shortly before it emerged that he had been looting the pension fund of Mirror Group Newspapers.
Ghislaine was left an emotional wreck and, says Julie, Epstein “went in for the kill”, adding: “He resented her for rejecting him when she didn’t need him and now that she did, he was going to exploit her. Jeffrey had money, Ghislaine had status. She used him and he used her.”
The law closed in on Epstein. “He was mean to her in the end, when he wanted her gone,” says Julie. “He called her brain dead and he’d be rude to her in front of people. It made my skin crawl, and I didn’t even like her.” Maxwell has pleaded not guilty to all charges and her lawyers are attempting to block the public release of documents from previous court proceedings that are said to discuss “consensual and intimate conduct with other adults”.
Another woman on Nally’s list described her initial excitement at an encounter with Epstein and Maxwell. Suzy Shuster, now an award-winning sports broadcaster, was 22 when she bumped into the pair at a social event in New York. “I just thought Ghislaine was so glamorous,” she told Nally. Ghislaine telephoned her a few days later and told her Epstein wanted to invite her to lunch at his Manhattan townhouse. “I thought to myself, like a total jackass, I am so interesting and so smart he must want to go on a date with me.”
She was greeted at the door by a butler as Epstein came down the staircase “dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans”. He promptly gave her a tour of the master bedroom and his massage room, but whatever he was really interested in, Shuster never found out. After an hour and a half he bluntly ended the lunch and told Shuster: “OK, you can go now.” She recalls that he had “this really disarming way of making himself appear brighter than he was, but you knew you weren’t sitting with the brightest person in the room”.
That gulf between Epstein’s carefully cultivated aura of wealth and brilliance and the tawdry ordinariness detected by some of those close to him has left Nally in little doubt of the real dynamic of the Epstein affair. “Money is absolutely the biggest part,” he tells me. “Epstein is nothing without his fortune. He’s just a nobody, not particularly talented or gifted, not some searing intellect as he tried hard to market himself.”
Where his money came from isn’t yet clear, but as Nally concludes: “Epstein didn’t have to be anything special to become a key player in an evil conspiracy. He had to be rich, and he had to be useful to people richer and more powerful than he was.”
Billionaire’s dark bond



A detail that emerged from Nally’s phone calls is Jeffrey Epstein’s fondness for a novel called The Man from O.R.G.Y., an obscure James Bond pastiche from 1965 by Ted Mark, the pen name of an American writer called Theodore Mark Gottfried.
Nally describes the novel as “violent and grotesquely pornographic” and an “unbearable horror show”. Child abuse is a recurring element of its plot.
Nally’s actress contact “Julie” says she asked Epstein why he always had so many women around him. He handed her a copy of The Man from O.R.G.Y. “Read this book, and that will help you understand,” he told her.
“I never read it and don’t think I ever will,” Julie says.[\SPOILER]
 
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As has been said, it’s very long, and quite dull, so I’ve put it in spoiler tags to avoid cluttering the page.
Ghislaine Maxwell and Jeffrey Epstein: I phoned every number in their little black book

After finding an unredacted list of the billionaire paedophile’s contacts in a dark corner of the internet, Leland Nally embarked on a unique and unsettling project

Sitting on his sofa at home in Los Angeles, Leland Nally picked up his phone and dialled an unlisted number for Buckingham Palace. “I called a number I shouldn’t have had,” he says. “When someone replied, I just asked if Prince Andrew was there.” No one at the palace could have known at the time, but the Duke of York had just been dragged into an epic journalistic investigation. The resulting story — 12,000 words of it — was published in the American magazine Mother Jones just over a week ago. Nally’s efforts have added intriguing new layers of detail to the criminal record of Jeffrey Epstein, the billionaire paedophile.

On the day after Epstein’s sudden death in a Manhattan prison cell in August last year, Nally launched himself into a daunting homegrown project that would occupy him for more than a year and involve some 2,000 phone calls. He ended up producing a riveting portrait of the world inhabited by Epstein and his British-born friend Ghislaine Maxwell at the peak of their seemingly irresistible social powers.


It all started with Epstein’s “little black book”. This vast compendium contained the telephone numbers, email addresses and postal addresses of just about everyone who had ever crossed the path of the shadowy American financier — and many others who had little or no connection to Epstein and were stunned to find their names on his list. John Cleese, the former Monty Python actor, has said he believes he appears in Epstein’s book because “I once beat him at croquet”.
Stuart Pivar and his wife Larimore

Stuart Pivar and his wife Larimore
SEAN ZANNI
When pictures of the book’s pages began to appear on the internet in 2015, the contact details were blacked out, leaving a roll call of the famous and not so famous, including Donald, Melania and Ivanka Trump, Dustin Hoffman, Sir Mick Jagger, Henry Kissinger and Tony Blair. There was also Tracey, Anastasia, Sophie and Tiffany — four women with no surnames listed under “Massage-California”. As Nally makes clear at several points in his Mother Jones article, there is no suggestion that any of those mentioned on the list had any knowledge of Epstein’s criminal activities. Some had never even met him.
In recent years, several journalists have obtained copies of the original book, with telephone numbers intact. The Miami Herald and The New York Times are among newspapers that tried to contact some of the better-known names on the list to inquire about their relationship with Epstein.

Nally, 27, a former LA musician, had a better idea — or a dafter one, given the punishing workload involved. He had seen a page of Epstein’s book online with contact details intact, and reasoned that the entire document might be findable. He searched “the shittiest place on the internet” — the conspiracy theorist forum formerly known as 8chan. “Sure enough, there was a copy,” he tells me over the phone. “So I grabbed it.”
He then set about calling every single number on the list of 1,571 names — about 2,000 calls in all. “I sat on my couch and phoned up royalty, spoke to ambassadors ... and left squeaky voicemails for what must constitute a considerable percentage of the world oligarchy,” Nally writes. At one point, he jokes, he found himself “awake at my desk at 4am so I could call every paedophile in London”.
Many of Epstein’s wealthier contacts had multiple numbers, for home, second home, third home, work, carphone and yacht. Epstein himself had separate numbers for the front and back seats of his Mercedes. There are 16 numbers listed for the Duke of York, including one marked “Balmoral” and another “Palace ex direc” (presumably “ex-directory”).
This was how Nally, with plenty of time on his hands once the coronavirus pandemic reached California, found himself dialling a private number at Buckingham Palace and asking for the Duke of York.
On that occasion, he didn’t get far. “I was patched through to someone else,” he tells me. “Then they patched me through to another someone else and finally I was asked angrily how I got this number and who I was. Then they hung up on me.”
There were to be many hang-ups, some shouted threats and lots of wrong or disconnected numbers. At times Nally said he despaired at a self-imposed task that had become “almost grotesquely boring and routine”. Yet he kept at it and, like a California gold miner prospecting for nuggets, he occasionally dug up a whopper.
Not the least reason he kept going was the disquieting response he received to the first call he made. Epstein’s contacts book contained what was listed as the personal smartphone of Melania Trump, now America’s first lady. Nally couldn’t resist starting there. He was sitting in a coffee shop near his Los Angeles home when he dialled the number and it went straight to voicemail. “It was the first of my calls, I was too scared to leave a message,” he tells me, laughing at the memory.
He tried several other numbers and, minutes later, someone called him back. “This guy identified himself as FBI and talked about fraudulent phone calls,” Nally says. “My first thought was that it was the Secret Service and something to do with my calling Melania, although it could have been some security stooge for someone else I’d called, pretending to be from the FBI.”
Whoever it was, it persuaded Nally that the book he had copied from the internet was genuine, and that he now had in his possession the phone numbers of everybody Epstein knew. “Every one of them was about to get a call from me,” he writes in Mother Jones.
Around 50 calls later he struck pay dirt. He got through to Stuart Pivar, a wealthy 90-year-old art collector who made a fortune in plastic containers and was a close friend of the late artist Andy Warhol. Pivar told Nally that Epstein was “my best pal for decades”. He spent an hour on the phone discussing his “very, very sick” friend, who he claimed was suffering from “satyriasis”, the male version of nymphomania.
Like most of Epstein’s friends, Pivar claimed not to know of his fondness for underage girls, but he offered illuminating insights into one of the more baffling aspects of the New York-based paedophile’s life: his enthusiasm for intellectual soirées to which he invited leading scientists and thinkers.
Leland Nally

Leland Nally
Pivar portrayed Epstein as a charming and accomplished “bullshitter”, Nally writes, “who had an affinity for posing pseudo-deep questions such as ‘What is up?’ and ‘What is down?’ at the scientific summits he hosted on his private island”. He quotes Pivar as telling him: “While everybody was watching we began to realise he didn’t know what he was talking about. Then after a couple of minutes — Jeffrey had no attention span whatsoever — he would interrupt the conversation and change it and say things like, ‘What does that got to do with pussy?’ ”
Perhaps Nally’s luckiest find was a minor actress who met Epstein before he became super-rich in the early 1980s and had somehow stayed close to him while avoiding his sexual clutches. Her name was apparently too obscure for any other journalist to have recognised it on Epstein’s list.
When Nally called her, she spoke to him at length and in great detail in “multiple” conversations on condition that he not name her. He refers to her in his article as Julie. “A lot of people were eager to share about Epstein but couldn’t get to the point they were comfortable about putting their name to it,” he tells me. “Why would anyone want their name attached to something like that?”
Julie insisted the girls around Epstein were at least initially “happy” to be there, partly because “his attention span was short and he could be really rude. So any girl that was around him had to be up and bubbly.” Julie further claimed that the girls weren’t just there to entertain Epstein — he used them to get close to powerful or influential men. “He would take some rich guy and introduce him to a girl,” she says.
Nally says he spoke to another woman on his list who told him she met Epstein at an art fair in Palm Beach, Florida. He quotes the woman as saying: “Epstein came up to me and said, ‘Would you like a date with Prince Andrew?’ ” The duke has repeatedly denied all knowledge of Epstein’s sexual activities.
As Epstein grew wealthier, Julie found that the man she had come to regard as a mentor and a friend was beginning to change. “The Ghislaine thing is the key,” she told Nally.
Ghislaine Maxwell, Epstein’s well-connected British-born friend and alleged accomplice, is in jail in New York facing federal charges of enticement of minors, sex trafficking of children and perjury. Epstein’s relationship with her “was by all accounts tumultuous, toxic and life- altering for both of them”, writes Nally.
Julie portrays Maxwell as a “shark” and “a scary woman”. She said Epstein developed a “crush” on Maxwell soon after they met, but that she “treated him like crap”. Then Ghislaine’s father, the British publisher Robert Maxwell, died in 1991 after falling off his yacht shortly before it emerged that he had been looting the pension fund of Mirror Group Newspapers.
Ghislaine was left an emotional wreck and, says Julie, Epstein “went in for the kill”, adding: “He resented her for rejecting him when she didn’t need him and now that she did, he was going to exploit her. Jeffrey had money, Ghislaine had status. She used him and he used her.”
The law closed in on Epstein. “He was mean to her in the end, when he wanted her gone,” says Julie. “He called her brain dead and he’d be rude to her in front of people. It made my skin crawl, and I didn’t even like her.” Maxwell has pleaded not guilty to all charges and her lawyers are attempting to block the public release of documents from previous court proceedings that are said to discuss “consensual and intimate conduct with other adults”.
Another woman on Nally’s list described her initial excitement at an encounter with Epstein and Maxwell. Suzy Shuster, now an award-winning sports broadcaster, was 22 when she bumped into the pair at a social event in New York. “I just thought Ghislaine was so glamorous,” she told Nally. Ghislaine telephoned her a few days later and told her Epstein wanted to invite her to lunch at his Manhattan townhouse. “I thought to myself, like a total jackass, I am so interesting and so smart he must want to go on a date with me.”
She was greeted at the door by a butler as Epstein came down the staircase “dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans”. He promptly gave her a tour of the master bedroom and his massage room, but whatever he was really interested in, Shuster never found out. After an hour and a half he bluntly ended the lunch and told Shuster: “OK, you can go now.” She recalls that he had “this really disarming way of making himself appear brighter than he was, but you knew you weren’t sitting with the brightest person in the room”.
That gulf between Epstein’s carefully cultivated aura of wealth and brilliance and the tawdry ordinariness detected by some of those close to him has left Nally in little doubt of the real dynamic of the Epstein affair. “Money is absolutely the biggest part,” he tells me. “Epstein is nothing without his fortune. He’s just a nobody, not particularly talented or gifted, not some searing intellect as he tried hard to market himself.”
Where his money came from isn’t yet clear, but as Nally concludes: “Epstein didn’t have to be anything special to become a key player in an evil conspiracy. He had to be rich, and he had to be useful to people richer and more powerful than he was.”
Billionaire’s dark bond



A detail that emerged from Nally’s phone calls is Jeffrey Epstein’s fondness for a novel called The Man from O.R.G.Y., an obscure James Bond pastiche from 1965 by Ted Mark, the pen name of an American writer called Theodore Mark Gottfried.
Nally describes the novel as “violent and grotesquely pornographic” and an “unbearable horror show”. Child abuse is a recurring element of its plot.
Nally’s actress contact “Julie” says she asked Epstein why he always had so many women around him. He handed her a copy of The Man from O.R.G.Y. “Read this book, and that will help you understand,” he told her.
“I never read it and don’t think I ever will,” Julie says.[\SPOILER]
That article is a complete yawn fest. I started reading it thinking that something interesting would turn up but the author has managed to make it all really dull.

'Nally says he spoke to another woman on his list who told him she met Epstein at an art fair in Palm Beach, Florida. He quotes the woman as saying: “Epstein came up to me and said, ‘Would you like a date with Prince Andrew?’ ” The duke has repeatedly denied all knowledge of Epstein’s sexual activities.'

Thats the only part where he is mentioned. In other words they've seemingly got nothing on Andrew (and certainly no strong evidence like videos or recordings). They've only got the word of the girl accusing him and it remains to be seen if that is taken as enough evidence.


'informed sources say the Prince has not been in touch by phone, letter nor email since his last appearance as an honorary Marine in March, prompting exasperated top brass to start considering a replacement.

Last night, Major General Julian Thompson, who led 3 Commando Brigade during the 1982 Falklands War, said: ‘I’m not trying to give him a lecture, but he has to take the job seriously and not just say, “Well, I’m still the Captain General and I’m going to live in Los Angeles and never visit the UK.”

'It’s wrong. You can’t do that. He is expected to attend events and be around and be as accessible as his grandfather was.’

'In a further apparent snub to the Armed Forces, Harry has failed to reply to a personal letter from Lord Dannatt, a former Chief of the General Staff, requesting more support for Britain’s military community.

Lord Dannatt confirmed he had not received a reply to his note.

Last night, a spokesman for Prince Harry – who has continued his work with the Invictus Games initiative that he set up to support wounded, injured and sick armed forces personnel – did not respond to a request to comment. '

Haznoballs really hasn't got a leg to stand on here.
 
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That article is a complete yawn fest. I started reading it thinking that something interesting would turn up but the author has managed to make it all really dull.

'Nally says he spoke to another woman on his list who told him she met Epstein at an art fair in Palm Beach, Florida. He quotes the woman as saying: “Epstein came up to me and said, ‘Would you like a date with Prince Andrew?’ ” The duke has repeatedly denied all knowledge of Epstein’s sexual activities.'

Thats the only part where he is mentioned. In other words they've seemingly got nothing on Andrew (and certainly no strong evidence like videos or recordings). They've only got the word of the girl accusing him and it remains to be seen if that is taken as enough evidence.


'informed sources say the Prince has not been in touch by phone, letter nor email since his last appearance as an honorary Marine in March, prompting exasperated top brass to start considering a replacement.

Last night, Major General Julian Thompson, who led 3 Commando Brigade during the 1982 Falklands War, said: ‘I’m not trying to give him a lecture, but he has to take the job seriously and not just say, “Well, I’m still the Captain General and I’m going to live in Los Angeles and never visit the UK.”

'It’s wrong. You can’t do that. He is expected to attend events and be around and be as accessible as his grandfather was.’

'In a further apparent snub to the Armed Forces, Harry has failed to reply to a personal letter from Lord Dannatt, a former Chief of the General Staff, requesting more support for Britain’s military community.

Lord Dannatt confirmed he had not received a reply to his note.

Last night, a spokesman for Prince Harry – who has continued his work with the Invictus Games initiative that he set up to support wounded, injured and sick armed forces personnel – did not respond to a request to comment. '

Haznoballs really hasn't got a leg to stand on here.
So here we have the palace briefing against Harry to make it clear exactly why he has lost his military appointments. Pointing out he can't even be bothered to reply to a personal letter to Lord Dannatt, well that can only have come from 'informed sources', and they've even wheeled out Thompson for a quote. Hazza is completely screwed over. He's toast.

So why now? Has to be setting the scene for Remembrance Sunday, doesn't it?
 
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So here we have the palace briefing against Harry to make it clear exactly why he has lost his military appointments. Pointing out he can't even be bothered to reply to a personal letter to Lord Dannatt, well that can only have come from 'informed sources', and they've even wheeled out Thompson for a quote. Hazza is completely screwed over. He's toast.

So why now? Has to be setting the scene for Remembrance Sunday, doesn't it?
I suspect they've got wind of Haznoballs planning a stunt for remembrance Sunday to try and play the victim. Might be out of line but thought any sympathy should be for those people we're remembering who died??
 
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Took a gander at the HRH candle website. “...Cadolia is a brand compromised of conscious and purposeful choices.” Makes me think this really is a MM endeavor. 🤣

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Took a gander at the HRH candle website. “...Cadolia is a brand compromised of conscious and purposeful choices.” Makes me think this really is a MM endeavor. 🤣
Cadolia - reminds me of Candida....very appropriate for a vag candle!

Do you think it's a sugar enterprise - sounds like their kind of thing? Raise money for our beloved Qween's charities!
 
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Is it salacious, too? That'd confirm it's her :giggle:
The price is definitely obscene. $45 a pop for this crap?

Basic website design, and the MM candle is the first in this lineup, then TQ and DC last. I’m smelling something...fishy? 😉

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Someone should pass them a dictionary and get them to look up the difference between compromised and comprised.

Although it could be argued it actually is a compromised brand if she has anything to do with it 😂
 
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Someone should pass them a dictionary and get them to look up the difference between compromised and comprised.

Although it could be argued it actually is a compromised brand if she has anything to do with it 😂
Even I did know the diffetence....

One of my roommates from boarding school is like her. Loves to use the Latin derived foreign words, but always the wrong ones.

There was one really funny incident once. We were both working in the perfume department at Galeries Lafayette, but she was the head of department, while I just worked as a sales clerk. Anyway, she used to make us come to work 15 mins earlier, just so she could hold some little self-aggrandizing speech.

And one day it went like this: 'There has been a series of pickpocketing and I want all of you to extra vigilant. If you see, let's say a purse lying aroung lasciviously'

And I was like: ' Sorry, I am not sure what this looks like! Is it wide open then, showing off the money it holds? The equivalent of sitting wide legged, showing ones knickers?'

And she was like: 'Um, WTF are you talking about???' While everyone was snickering behind her back.

Everytime MM has used 'salacious' instead of slanderous, it makes me think of N., who is just as stupid, trying to pass as intelligent and just as tedious, too.

ETA Forgot to mention, everthing N. has, she got from climbing the penis ladder!!!! This job was one of her 'achievements'. She has no credentials, has learnt no profession, but seems to be good enough in bed to earn top money for jobs she has no training for.
 
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I leave this here before I forget..Harry was in a dream last night 😱 I can't remember much but he was looking abit like he does in his basement..a old chewing gum grey/white polo shirt that was more threadbare.

He never talked in the dream..infact he didn't do anything but look abit glazed over lol..abit like in his real life.
I do know he gave me the creeps though and I think he could have done with been cleaner.

Oh and he was always front on like a cardboard cutout..never a side or back view 😄
It's one of those dreams that are very vivid and detailed but can't remember much after 🙂
 
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For your inspired book title @Facehugger 😁

"Cuntish Cockwombles"

The much anticipated prequel to Battle of the Brothers. Lays bare the fiendish plans of the Duchess and the utter idiocy of the Cuntstruck Prince. You'll be riveted by the inside story on epic toddler tantrums over tiaras, and laugh at the number of times he can say "My wife says" in one day. He is in love, she is on a mission.... to marry and merch. Follow their incredible story in this fascinating tell-all which will leave you reeling about how she started with all of her wheeling and dealing! An irresistible love story of two great ego's. But only one can win out....
@catp shining a light ✊
 
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"A portion of the proceeds will go to the Cybersmile Foundation".

No mention of the percentage though. A sixteenth of one percent?
 
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From the second instalment of 'Meghan's Perfect Life being Wonderful and Saintly, bow down you Peasants' in the Independent


On the dusty road back to the Rwandan capital of Kigali, Meghan faced a dilemma. She had seen for herself the hardship in the Gihembe Refugee Camp and now, tired and hot in the back of a van, she read an email from her management company saying she had received an invitation to the 2015 Baftas. Normally, she would have punched the air, but not this time.

She had always wanted to attend one of the great nights of cinema but here she was completing a mission to the small east African country. For seven days she had seen for herself the effect female empowerment might have on a struggling nation. She had meetings and long discussions with the leading female members of parliament. Rwanda was the first country in the world where women held a majority in government.

She travelled the 50 miles to Gihembre to meet local leaders battling to improve living conditions for many thousands of Congolese refugees who had fled the dreadful conflicts and genocide that had blighted the region in previous years. It was a sobering experience and a million miles away from the champagne and congratulations of an awards night.


BIB. The road beween Kigali and Gihembe is paved and is the major route running to neighboring Burundi. It's a modern tarmac road with petrol stations and everything. The refugee camp at Gihembe is a popular stop for poverty tourism by the white saviour types, and it's an easy one hour drive from the luxury hotels in the capital Kigali. So this bit is nonsense, really.
 
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From the second instalment of 'Meghan's Perfect Life being Wonderful and Saintly, bow down you Peasants' in the Independent


On the dusty road back to the Rwandan capital of Kigali, Meghan faced a dilemma. She had seen for herself the hardship in the Gihembe Refugee Camp and now, tired and hot in the back of a van, she read an email from her management company saying she had received an invitation to the 2015 Baftas. Normally, she would have punched the air, but not this time.

She had always wanted to attend one of the great nights of cinema but here she was completing a mission to the small east African country. For seven days she had seen for herself the effect female empowerment might have on a struggling nation. She had meetings and long discussions with the leading female members of parliament. Rwanda was the first country in the world where women held a majority in government.

She travelled the 50 miles to Gihembre to meet local leaders battling to improve living conditions for many thousands of Congolese refugees who had fled the dreadful conflicts and genocide that had blighted the region in previous years. It was a sobering experience and a million miles away from the champagne and congratulations of an awards night.


BIB. The road beween Kigali and Gihembe is paved and is the major route running to neighboring Burundi. It's a modern tarmac road with petrol stations and everything. The refugee camp at Gihembe is a popular stop for poverty tourism by the white saviour types, and it's an easy one hour drive from the luxury hotels in the capital Kigali. So this bit is nonsense, really.
Sure - a second rate actress from Suits had meetings and long discussions with the leading female members of parliament! Only if she forced her way in uninvited (almost like she did to the Queen in Sandringham) and bombarded them with one of her lengthy word salads!

(This trip was in 2015 so she didn't even have the gravitas of being Royal to get her foot in the door)
 
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Took a gander at the HRH candle website. “...Cadolia is a brand compromised of conscious and purposeful choices.” Makes me think this really is a MM endeavor. 🤣

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What a fugly name.
Sounds like a sexually transmitted disease, so probably quite apt actually for something linked to an aging yacht girl.

From the second instalment of 'Meghan's Perfect Life being Wonderful and Saintly, bow down you Peasants' in the Independent


On the dusty road back to the Rwandan capital of Kigali, Meghan faced a dilemma. She had seen for herself the hardship in the Gihembe Refugee Camp and now, tired and hot in the back of a van, she read an email from her management company saying she had received an invitation to the 2015 Baftas. Normally, she would have punched the air, but not this time.

She had always wanted to attend one of the great nights of cinema but here she was completing a mission to the small east African country. For seven days she had seen for herself the effect female empowerment might have on a struggling nation. She had meetings and long discussions with the leading female members of parliament. Rwanda was the first country in the world where women held a majority in government.

She travelled the 50 miles to Gihembre to meet local leaders battling to improve living conditions for many thousands of Congolese refugees who had fled the dreadful conflicts and genocide that had blighted the region in previous years. It was a sobering experience and a million miles away from the champagne and congratulations of an awards night.


BIB. The road beween Kigali and Gihembe is paved and is the major route running to neighboring Burundi. It's a modern tarmac road with petrol stations and everything. The refugee camp at Gihembe is a popular stop for poverty tourism by the white saviour types, and it's an easy one hour drive from the luxury hotels in the capital Kigali. So this bit is nonsense, really.
Oh duck her and her african crusade.
I guarantee that I personally did more for african mothers simply by buying Argan oil products where the oil was sourced from african women producing it.
That sounds boastful, but you get the idea. My pennies versus smeggy being funded on freebie trips.

 
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