March 27, 2013 - Balloons over Burma

[Sundae]

I knew a Prince.
Via his mother's line.
He acted like one too - in a nice way. Paid lip service to being Muslim but broke all the rules when he was in England. Smoked, drank, ate prawns (wouldn't touch pork though, it was Haram.) And had exy-sexy with my closest friend. But it was okay because she was white. Or not-Muslim. Or both - I admit I can't remember, but she was "dirty" anyway and it was okay to practice on her. Men and their excuses.

His Mum had no money or power, but was one of four wives of the Prime Minister of an African country, which is where his money came from.

Anyway he had a car with bulletproof glass, a HUGE allowance and living expenses, security service if he required it and paid for absolutely everything when we went out.
He liked me best out of all her friends because although I was a boozer I never looked at any other men in his presence and he considered me respectful because I always thanked him when he paid for anything or got me a lift home. Just manners in my mind - no matter if someone is loaded you can;t expect anything for free.

Oh and I know this now looks bad on my friend but she met him as a student before he came into his inheritance. She genuinely loved him as a man, not an ATM. But in the end he was just too controlling. And she was beautiful, so without wanting to sound like Radar, it's usually a trade-off.

Wait, didn't I say I was shutting up?
Look, I'm waiting for Mum to come home. It's the anniversary of Breda's death (her friend, died from cancer, I did mention it here.)
I'm a bit nervous.
Mum can go two ways when she's upset, and one is... tricky.