David and Bertie
|—||George VI on a dinner party during the abdication crisis.|
Hi. I notice there has been some confusion over the Duke of Windsor and who that is or was or what.
^This is the Duke of Windsor. He briefly reigned as King in the U.K. in 1936. Then he abdicated and was given the title of Duke of Windsor. He had that title until he died in 1972. He was the only person ever in history to have that title. And yeah I mean the guy not his dog.
^This is not the Duke of Windsor. This is George VI, who was the Duke of Windsor’s younger brother. Yes I know they kinda look alike but that’s because they were brothers.
^This is also not the Duke of Windsor. You’d kinda think that guy would know considering he wrote a whole book but anyway yeah that’s Edward VII who was the Duke of Windsor’s grandfather and doesn’t even really look like him so this one I don’t get as much.
^ See this lady? This is the Duchess of Windsor, the Duke of Windsor’s wife. I say this because…
^ This is NOT the Duchess of Windsor. This is the Duchess of Cambridge AKA Kate Middleton who is married to the Duke of Cambridge, who is also not the Duke of Windsor by the way.
I hope this post has been informative! :)
|—||People Magazine Obituary for the Queen Mother|
George VI, Queen Elizabeth, and Princess Elizabeth
(spoiler alert: Princess Elizabeth gets to be Queen too!)
Bertie’s early life kind of sucked.
He always had to wear uniforms and do military stuff even though he was shy and sickly and he would try and try but he felt he was never good enough for his hard ass dad. His dad was seriously a giant fucking douche.
But when Bertie grew up, something magical happened!
He met Elizabeth. She was the love of his life, and after much convincing, she agreed to marry him. Elizabeth was so charming, even Bertie’s dad liked her, and for once in Bertie’s life everyone got along.
Bertie and Elizabeth got married. They did a lot of fun shit. They went to the races.
They played golf.
They rode old-timey roller coasters.
Bertie took up tennis.
Sometimes they just hung out.
And they started having kids.
Life for Bertie became pretty fucking sweet. Bertie was royal, and he always hated the attention that came with that, but life for Bertie was pretty tolerable because he was the spare. It’s good to be the spare.
All the attention Bertie didn’t want, Elizabeth was perfectly fine basking in, and Bertie still got to live the lifestyle like he was in Downton Abbey but without all the needless death and destruction.
Bertie’s sweet spare lifestyle came courtesy of his parents, and his older brother David. Because David was the heir, and not the spare, David had to do more royal tours and other stupid royal shit than Bertie had to. David was not happy.
Really not happy.
Then Bertie and David’s horrible dad finally died, and David became king. David was fucking terrified.
But David had one thing going for him! He’d met a girl named Wallis. Wallis made him happy.
Technically, Wallis was married to some other guy but when you’re royal shit like that really doesn’t matter. Well, it didn’t matter to David. To the church and the government and all those people, it kinda did matter, and her getting a divorce didn’t really change that. David was told there was no way he could marry Wallis and still be king. So, he said bye bye to Bertie, and bailed. Bertie was not happy.
There was this thing called a depression going on, and eventually that turned into a war, and Bertie was going to have to be serious.
He had to write stuff.
And he and Elizabeth had to take more serious photos from then on.
And visit people who had been bombed.
He also had to make speeches, which he really really fucking hated because he had a stutter and microphones made him uncomfortable. He had been working through those issues with some success, but seriously he did not appreciate the pressure.
All in all, being king was a crappy experience.
0/10 would not recommend.
If anyone wants to know more about the real life Bertie. If anyone has any other questions about the movie I actually know more (especially about Lionel and that aspect) than I did when I wrote this so I might consider expanding.
C’mon Bertie; the newspaper is not that engrossing. Go play cards with your wife! She should not be playing solitaire when you’re sitting right there…