I MUST BECOME A LION HEARTED (DESPOTIC) QUEEN

For the last two weeks I’ve been rattling around the Palace of Despotism like Brooke Astor, Lord knows I’d get my Dahmer-on anyone who tried to swindle (the swindler) out of her meds. No I think parallel between the Despotic Queen and the famed American philanthropist is a pervasive sadness - the unwanted gift (with purchase) the universe bestows on rich old women of historical importance.

I’m beginning to think Sonny (von Bulow) was the lucky one.

If you’re following Imelda on Twitter or Facebook then you’ll know the Despotic Queen is about to undergo the single greatest transition since El Diablo called my beloved Ferdinand (may he rest.in.peace) home.

No! I’m not talkin’ about the type of ‘transitioning’ one does in a cheap Thai clinic, I’m talkin’ about a complete realignment of the Despotic Queens life, which for a woman of 80 isn’t as easy as it once was.

I burden y’all with this dribble because I should be surfing the wave of publicity (of being the first Australian Blogger to collab on a window installation) and wowing all my new Imeldettes with my double-jointed 'merciless tongue of tyranny' and ‘questionable’ content. But Imelda’s circumstances are slowly bankrupting the bank of despotism (oh the irony) and led to a cut back from one post a day to one every two days and for this I feel (ahhh not even the DQOS is immune from bloggers guilt) a vague explanation/apology was needed.

In many ways I wish I was a style blogger or a blogger that repackages other bloggers content, adding commentary, or a blogger that publishes press releases as news but I’m not. So all I ask (of new and old Imeldettes) is that we ride out the storm together – I promise you there will be a pot of gold, but just remember it's mine.