Posted on 07/09/2019 6:01:37 AM PDT by C19fan
Meghan Markle was branded 'childish' and a 'control freak' today after it emerged her security team warned tennis fans against taking pictures of her at Wimbledon - including one mystified VIP who had no idea the royal was in the crowd.
The former Suits star, 37, made a surprise visit to Court 1 on Thursday to watch Serena Williams accompanied by her old friends Genevieve Hillis and Lindsay Roth, who could be among Archie's secret godparents.
Sally Jones, 64, was seated in the same row as the Duchess of Sussex and during the match was ordered not to take photographs in her direction because the royal was there 'in a private capacity' - even though there were 12,000 people in Court 1 and millions watching on TV.
The shocked PR consultant from Warwickshire, who worked as a sports broadcaster for the BBC and ITV for decades, said Meghan's bodyguard looked 'embarrassed' when she told him she was actually taking a picture of Serena and revealed she hadn't spotted Meghan until he pointed her out.
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He has syphilis and will die before the Queen. It will be his faggy son.
“She is funny lookin’.”
“In what way?”
“I dunno, just funny-lookin’.”
“Can you be any more specific?”
“I couldn’t really say. He wasn’t circumcised.”
I think a male tennis player ranked something like 200 in the world kicked her and sister’s rear end in back to back tennis matches. So much for women being just like men.
Apparently she (or her security) just assumed that anyone taking a picture was taking a picture of HER.
In the article, a Mrs. Jones (former sportscaster) was approached by security. Turns out she was taking a picture of the tennis player and wasn’t aware that the Duchess was even present until she was approached. She asked him if he had thought of having a word with those television cameras? LOL. Another gentleman was taking a selfie with the tennis court in the background. Again, the assumption was made that he was photographing HER although you can see the phone screen with him and the tennis court showing.
I think you are right about not getting enough attention. She had the area around her all cleared out. Nothing like having a big bare spot in a crowded venue to make you stand out. She wore a hat and sunglasses, as if to “disguise” herself. She also wore jeans, normally banned at Wimbledon. I don’t think she could have drawn much more attention to herself without flashing neon lights!
The article points out that her sister-in-law attended a couple of days before, nicely dressed and sitting in a crowd of people and having no fuss made.
I also have to wonder why they made such a big deal of keeping their baby’s baptism, godparents, etc a secret. How many people actually care?
I also have to wonder on how many occasions the Queen has had people barred from taking pictures of her? Ever?
I agree with you about photographers climbing trees with telephoto lenses to take pictures through people’s windows but that surely wasn’t happening here.
Sorry, go from being a public figure in one country to a public figure in another country, don’t complain about it. If you wanted “privacy” so much then you should have married some super-rich guy who could buy you your own private island somewhere.
Ha!
She is Duchess Dumpster Fire for that family. The question is, why do they allow her and Halfwit Harry to continue with their antics and demands for secrecy (their baby’s secret godparents are the latest)? These two need to be fired from the “Firm” posthaste. Let them go live privately somewhere outside the UK and support themselves.
I pray the The Queen outlives her first son.
Hopefully not.
When I was 13 to 15 we lived in South America for a couple of years, staying at a large old hotel in Barranquilla that had both nightly guests, and residents like us.
Turns out there was a very cute British girl, about 14, also living there. Soft red, curly hair and bright green eyes. Since we were the only English-speaking kids our age around, we naturally ended up hanging out together. She told me her name was Sam (Samantha) and that her father worked for the British government.
After we had been together for a month or so, one day she showed up to where we usually met on the large landscaped grounds, all dressed up for a party, filly dress, hair piled up on her head, the works. A big change from the shorts and T-shirts she usually wore.
She told me her mother wanted to meet me for afternoon tea at 4 pm. Told me in no uncertain terms that I was to dress nice, wear long pants and a nice shirt, and comb my hair.
And “DON’T BE LATE!”
As she left, I ask what suite she was in, and she said, “6th floor”. And when I ask what room, she smiled slightly, and said, “You’ll figure it out.” And I did. When I got off the elevator, there was no hallway, just a vestibule and a set of ornate double doors with a pull rope for a doorbell.
A few seconds after I rang the bell, there stood a butler in full regalia, but young and very fit looking, and about 6’6” tall. Looking down at me, he said, “Ah, Master XXXX, right on time, thank you.”
Then, after he closed the door behind me, he said, “Please follow me. The DUCHESS and LADY Samantha are waiting for you in the library.”
Wait, What?
When I followed Andrews into the library, I found Sam standing behind her mother who was sitting at a writing desk. And I could tell from the look on her face that she was terrified that I was going to screw this up. And knowing me, she had good reason to worry.
After Andrews introduce me, I said, “I’ve never met a Duchess before. Am I supposed to bow, or curtsy?”
Sam blanched white as the proverbial sheet.
Her mother looked at me very seriously, and said, “In this informal situation, neither is required. Then with a big smile she said, “But I would like to see your curtsy sometime.”
With that, the ice was broken, and Sam started breathing again.
After that, I was regularly invited for tea. The only time the Duchess ever got mad at me was when I made the mistake of referring to Sam as ‘Sam’ instead of Samantha in front of her.
Her eyes flashed and her voice got cold as she said, “Sa Man Tha”
Turns out that Sam’s stepfather was Consul General, and Sam would inherit her mother’s title someday, a title that had been in the family since the late-1600’s.
If that’s not bad enough, it turned out that both Samantha and her mother were actually royalty, and in line for the throne, though in the double-digits position.
And I never did learn to curtsy.
But where I’m going with this is that Sam vehemently hated Prince Charles, as did all the other royalty-adjacent girls of that age. He was known for grabbing the girls, trying to kiss them and grope them, and when they would resist or push him away, he would threaten them that they would be sorry when he was King someday.
She always said that she hoped he NEVER became King, and every time the Queen has another birthday, I’m always happy that Sam’s still getting her wish.
What an interesting story...thanks for posting it!
What an interesting story...thanks for posting it!
Yes- all about the attention. Look at me, look at ME, look at MEEEE!
It doesn’t sound as if she is particularly beloved by the British public. If she wants to be, she’s certainly going about it the wrong way. I don’t think that she’s yet realized that she reason she can go to Wimbledon and get away with breaking the dress code, demand no pictures be taken (while hoping that they are being taken), demand that other people who by rights should be seated around her not be allowed to be seated, make unprecedented demands for secrecy, isn’t because of who SHE is. It’s all because she’s married to the Queen’s grandson. SHE is nobody.
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