{"id":917,"date":"2004-07-22T20:25:19","date_gmt":"2004-07-23T00:25:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/?p=917"},"modified":"2004-07-22T20:25:19","modified_gmt":"2004-07-23T00:25:19","slug":"queen-susan-of-the-albanians","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/?p=917","title":{"rendered":"Queen Susan of the Albanians"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I bet you&#8217;re all so sunk in republican depravity that you didn&#8217;t even know Albania &#8212; like Narnia &#8212; had a Queen Susan. You should read the <em>Daily Telegraph<\/em> more. <a href=\"http:\/\/www.telegraph.co.uk\/news\/main.jhtml?view=DETAILS&amp;grid=&amp;targetRule=10&amp;xml=\/news\/2004\/07\/22\/db2201.xml\" title=\"The telegraph Obit\">Queen Susan<\/a> was an Australian drover&#8217;s daughter, who pitched up in Johannesburg, with her husband, the 6&#8242; 9&#8243; King Leka, son of King Zog I.<\/p>\n\n<p><!--more--><br \/>\nbq.. There were always questions about how Leka lived. Such good friends as the Shah of Persia, President Richard Nixon (a distant cousin) and the <span class=\"caps\">CIA <\/span>are thought to have helped.<\/p>\n\n<p>The royal couple enjoyed a close personal relationship. They both had a keen liking for smoking. He affectionately called her &#8220;Roo&#8221;, and showed some signs of allowing her to check some of his more outlandish instincts. For more than a decade she tried to lead as ordinary a life as her roles of housewife, mother and queen permitted.<\/p>\n\n<p>Out shopping, she often called herself Mrs Smith or Mrs Jones because shop assistants were so bamboozled by her title that they would ask &#8220;Queen? That&#8217;s a funny name, Mrs Susan.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n<p>Perfectly normal for Johannesburg society, one might think.<\/p>\n\n<p>But the story has a more sinister side to it. The photograph in the paper, unfortunately not reproduced on the web site, shows Susan to be a tasty blonde, gazing admiringly up at her husband. But he doesn&#8217;t look in the least bit Albanian. On the contrary, with his quiff and heavy spectacles, he looks rather bookish. Only the characteristic set of his mouth is familiar.<\/p>\n\n<p>Suddenly I realise who it is &#8212; my old friend <a href=\"http:\/\/homepage.ntlworld.com\/clifford.longley\/biog.html\">Clifford,<\/a> for 20 years the religious correspondent of the <em>Times<\/em>, then a leader writer on the <em>Daily Telegraph,<\/em> perhaps the only holder of that office also to hold a Labour Party card. Now he lives in seclusion in Kent, a practising magistrate who writes frequently for the <em>Tablet<\/em>. I knew he had written <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.co.uk\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0340786566\/andrewbrownssite\">a first-rate book<\/a> on imperialism and the religious imagination. I knew he had a reputation for deviousness when he was Father of the Chapel on the <em>Times<\/em> during the great strike there. But never for a moment did I imagine that he was also the King of Albania.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I bet you&#8217;re all so sunk in republican depravity that you didn&#8217;t even know Albania &#8212; like Narnia &#8212; had a Queen Susan. You should read the Daily Telegraph more. Queen Susan was an Australian drover&#8217;s daughter, who pitched up &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/?p=917\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/?p=917\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/917"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=917"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/917\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=917"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=917"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=917"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}