European royal families are famously substandard. One only has to look at the ignominious departures from the world stage of the Russian and German royals to see the veracity of this statement. Had they been up to snuff history may have been different. Europe could still be wisely governed by people who earned their privilege because of the efforts of ancestors a millennium ago. Happily there is still one great country which has a high calibre example of long, inherited privilege.
We are of course talking about Great Britain, and its devoted colonies of Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland.
Our royals did not inbreed so ferociously as to develop a Hapsburg lisp. They did not go the way of the brother-sister marriages of the Ancient Egyptians. They have kept it at arms length with cousins. They had the sense to keep the bloodline properly international and to ensure no one remembers it. They’re ours. They’re British. Their surname is Mountbatten-Windsor. Not a syllable of dodgy foreign involved.
Mr Johnson has realised this and the famous yearning for Scots to be afforded the opportunity to kiss the royal English ring. With a stroke he has saved the Union by dispatching Wills and Kate to Scotland. The Scots just do not know it yet.
Lord Frost can take heed of the example of his benefactor and copy the strategy. He must immediately dispatch a royal with bonhomie and charm to woo the stuffed shirts in Brussels. And there is only one royal with of the calibre available who needs currently to keep no fixed abode.
The renegotiation of the NIP which Brussels tricked Lord Frost and Boris Johnson into signing will be done and dusted the moment Prince Andrew steps off the plane and says “Let’s get the party started!”
