Sunday, November 17, 2019

A positive act

I rarely praise The Guardian, but kudos on the splendid headline (I wonder if the Queen gets a free pie for the product placement - 'Pizza Express, the pizza for when you're not raping children!'):  "Prince Andrew: I didn’t have sex with teenager, I was home after Pizza Express in Woking" (Doward).  Mangled excuse which is pretty close to a confession:
"In a sometimes rambling and contradictory account of their friendship, which drew accusations of arrogance from viewers, the prince insisted he had not had sex with any women trafficked by Epstein in any of his properties. He confirmed that he had flown on Epstein’s now notorious jet, nicknamed the Lolita Express, and stayed on his private island and at his home in Palm Beach, as well as at his New York mansion.

“If you’re a man it is a positive act to have sex with somebody,” the prince explained. “You have to … take some sort of positive action and so therefore if you try to forget it’s very difficult to try and forget a positive action and I do not remember anything.”"
"High-stakes gamble on TV interview over Epstein backfires on Duke of York" (Doward):
"Charlie Proctor, editor of the Royal Central website, said: “I expected a train wreck. That was a plane crashing into an oil tanker, causing a tsunami, triggering a nuclear explosion level bad.”"
"“The Palace… Threatened Us a Million Different Ways”." (Murray).  Comment by Mary on remembering long ago meals at Pizza Express.  Philip Cross has taken an interest in the Pizza Express page.

Tweet (Ian Fraser) (and responses):
"Prince Andrew says he never went upstairs in Ghislaine Maxwell's London home."
"Prince Andrew says sex claims against him can’t be true as ‘he can’t sweat’" (Roberts).

"Pizza Express in Woking flooded with fake reviews after Prince Andrew interview" (Menendez):
"Google reviewers poked fun at the condition, with one saying he found it strange that a man next to him didn’t break into a sweat despite eating a spicy pizza. The reviewer wrote: ‘Love this place. I had a cracking pizza here in 2001. I remember it was 2001 because it was very strange the guy next to me had an American Hot pizza with extra chillies… not a drop of sweat came off him. Very odd.’"
"Another joked: ‘Thoroughly enjoyed my American pizza on a balmy Spring evening in 2001. Only negative was that the air con was broken and after a while it started to become very hot and stuffy. ‘There only seemed to be one man there not breaking out into a sweat, which he claimed was because of an overdose of adrenaline. ‘Overall, I had a fantastic meal and would recommend. Why go anywhere else (i.e. Tramps in London) when you could go here and be treated like Royalty by the fantastic staff?’".
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