After the splendour of the Commonwealth Games people the world over have been at a loss to describe the sense of emptiness they feel. The emptiness of knowledge. Knowing that the greatest, fastest, most excellent members of the Greatest Empire the might never had known may win in fields as diverse as Kick-boxing, Bowls and Emptiness. Queensland, the empty capital of the world is soul searching.
From Cooktown to Cowamerup. From the Darling Downs to Devonport, lands cleared of native people and animals lie waiting for the next best thing. They’re pregnant with the weight of anticipation. When the word ‘Emptiness” is never Empty enough. From Armadale the word is “Barnaby”. He rises. To say the Banks Royal Commission is not so bad after all. And to demonstrate balance, Malcom tours Europe to denounce the evils of populism.
Deep thought is being sought. And in this crucial era of global catastrophe and cataclysmic enrvironmental change we have no time for pleasantries. Pleasant then, that in spite of all the work being undertaken by the Chinese government to gift micronesian nations with World’s Best Practice conference centres, intergalactic teleports, and Super Broadband Highways as Kevin (soon to be proclaimed, “The magnificent”) Rudd did, that we have something of importance happening in our midst.
Another Royal baby.
Arthur? Albert? Charles? Fred? have been postulated, and the Murdoch press is abuzz with journalistic frenzy.
WE are in a similar frenetic whirl of wonderment. The Barrier Reef may be dead, but there’s new life in Windsor. Morality in Australia as evidenced by the Banks Royal Commission may be stone cold, and there is no hope for democracy. Join a coroporate. ASIC wont go near you, or just go “Team China”.
All is not lost. From the empire of old, something to celebrate.
The Duchess of Cambridge and Prince William are having another crack at it. A new baby. And though Hawking hypothesised the meaning of life the universe and everything, we all know we’re more interested in the naming of the royal kiddy. We think that William and Kate will go old school. And grace the kiddy with a sense of Britain’s illustrious past. The pundits point to the Victorian and Edwardian era. When people knew their place. But we at pcbycp say that aint far enough.
We like the sound of CNUT. It’s an anagram that rolls off the top of the tougue. Then, Aelswyth aint bad. And there’s nothing wrong with a dash of the old Harold, for an arrow in the eye of posterity.
We’ve set up a dart board, and dispensed with all the names most favoured by respectable people who like to send their kiddies to proper schools and leave you the reader to ponder our favoured royal names. And whilst you ponder, feel reassured that with another royal, stability reigns over this febrile planet. And that’s reassuring indeed..
Gurguit Babtruc? (not sure if that’s his first or second name)
Or something that’s both contemporary and epithetic of where we’re at in the 21st century, something that illuminates the empire of old and proclaims a clear message.