Musings —05.26.2012 12:00 AM—
His Royal Highness The Prince Charles Philip Arthur George, Prince of Wales and Earl of Chester, Duke of Cornwall, Duke of Rothesay, Earl of Carrick, Baron of Renfrew, Lord of the Isles, Prince and Great Steward of Scotland, Royal Knight Companion of the Most Noble Order of the Garter, Royal Knight Companion of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Order of the Thistle, Knight Grand Cross of the Most Honourable Order of the Bath, Member of the Order of Merit, Knight of the Order of Australia, Companion of the Queen’s Service Order, Member of Her Majesty’s Most Honourable Privy Council and Aide-de-Camp to Her Majesty, gave a small diplomatic smile.
For a guy with that many titles, and as many official duties as the official heir to the throne apparently has, Prince Charles — as he is more often known — isn’t unused to awkward introductions.
It’s a Tuesday morning in the Distillery District in Toronto. Perched on a smallish stage beside his wife, Camilla Parker Bowles (the Duchess of Cornwall), and Dalton McGuinty (the premier of Ontario), Charles looks like he wants to burst out laughing, but keeps his cool. A local TV host — with big hair and a bigger personality — was speaking, overly long, and telling jokes that were falling flat. Charles remained the picture of restraint and politeness.