RIP Prince Philip

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Wow, what a title:

"At the time of his death, Philip's full title was His Royal Highness Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, Earl of Merioneth and Baron Greenwich, Knight of the Garter, Knight of the Thistle, Order of Merit, Knight Grand Cross of the Order of the British Empire, Companion of the Order of Australia, Companion of the Queen's Service Order, Privy Counselor."
 

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I'm guessing that being a Knight of the Garter isn't nearly as much fun as it sounds (lingerie inspector?).

And Privy Counselor probably isn't as bad as it sounds (outhouse advisor?).

99 years is certainly a fine run. Imagine all the changes that one would observe, by living nearly a century.
 

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He was just a few weeks older than my Dad, but my Dad passed at age 56.
 

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I was once walking home from a rehearsal carrying a guitar case, with a Guild inside. I had not realised the Royal Yacht, with Elizabeth and Phil onboard, was visiting the city or if I did I did not think about it. To get home I had to walk past the harbor area where the yacht was moored. At one point I felt that I was being followed. There were two well but casually dressed young men, extremely buff-looking, who seemed to be following me. Anyway I stopped to get a haircut which had been part of my plan. One of the men followed me into the barbershop. It wasn't busy. There were two vacant barber chairs. We were both seated. The man following me most definitely did not need a hair cut, but he asked for a trim. The barber asked if he would like to take his jacket off. He said that he didn't want to. When I was done, the barber asked about my guitar, so I opened the case and showed it to him. I was impressed that he knew what it was. The man following me, who had hung around looking at magazines, also looked into the open case and lost all interest. He immediately left the shop and waved, and then the second man who had been out of sight appeared, and they wandered off together. I went home.
 
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