Ohhhhhh That One

Well actually, or maybe Love Actually, since that seems to be the case since Eton boys are always sweet and kind and nice, because the sweet but maybe foolish old queen, RIP, who passed away before all of this huge but hidden scandal broke, was very keen and indulgent towards those 1970s prelates of the Primus Primatus kind, and regarded them all, Crowmacs of the left included, as personal sing-along friends to be invited to parties at the Castle of Mey in those early years by the then queen mother when she was alive, not daring to look into the crystal ball of the future with so many old guard leftwing radicals of the new kind in high office, while far below them all they were making life difficult for the frontline and frontier troops of the brave and good vicars of those years of the high point of parties at Mey. Luckily the ladies came along after 1992 with the vote to restore the old female ministries of the early Christians under the Magdalene when she was in charge of the health ministry that made the Christians so popular in the first place, and then the ladies took over more and more of the mess that the gray males left behind, that was the official story anyway, with impossibly brave so brave and chaleureuse Anglican lady bishops like the Bishopess of Newcastle pointing out that the Primus just had to go after not reporting again and again a very awful and dreadful case of boy abuse, Eton or no bloody Eton, and bloodied bottoms there were from such disciplinarian evangelicals, where caning was endemic in those bad old years too, like a troubling and sickening episode of Tom Brown's Schooldays, God forbid, can we all recall? Boys are so nice, so brave, and never said a word, as Heinrich would put it so well. Even the angels of imagining and cura animarum got sick of the procrastinations of old Etonians like the big J, the pope in Rome was aghast among the few admirers of the Primus there in Auntie Overseas of BBC-Europa.