Last night, El Hubbo, a friend and I went out to Edina, Minnesota to dine at the oh-so-chi-chi restaurant known as Fuddrucker’s.
The server told us a bunch of stuff that seemed like the biggest whopper in the world. Says his name is Caspian James Crichton-Stuart IV and that when his uncle passes away, he’ll be the 5th Duke of Cleveland.
“Crichton for Michael Crichton, author of Jurassic Park. Stuart for Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots.”
Said he’s been in the 'States since August because his uncle kicked him out of the UK for “…getting completely wasted and caught on the front page of the London Times.” Lived in Clearwater, Florida until January… until he “made the front page of the Clearwater Gazette for getting wasted.” Then, he says, he had to move to Minnesota to live with relatives. Works at Fuddrucker’s to keep himself busy; gives his paycheck to some pediatric AIDS foundation. Said he hangs out with the princes all the time, blah blah blah.
I found one reference to him on Google… A deleted Wikipedia citation. Seems fish-a-fied to me. But there may be some Brits who know this joker… ?
Man, what does it mean when you have the feeling you used to get back in the early days of emailed urban myths, when you didn’t know how to check to see if they were crap? I have that feeling right now.