Since I know my British ancestry very well back to the 1600s, I’d choose to become royal, if for no other reason than that it would overturn about 400 years of history. 
I feel that I’d make a good Ju-Bu Royal. Good contribution to diversity in the role.
Pretty much you were then related to about 85% of England, due to pedigree collapse.
Nice resource.
I’d always assumed Norwegian Wood was referring to marijuana with the “I lit a fire” line.
Nights in White Satin was never a fav of mine.
I would have no problem being a boring member of the Royal Family. I would be boring enough that I wouldn’t have to worry about the bad parts that go with fame. No paparazzi will be following my boring ass once they realize there won’t be any good pictures.
I am a direct descendant of an English king so I’m due. I know that’s not too rare. Being able to track the lineage is more rare. It helps to be related to an American president because the genealogy has already been done by others.
I like my life. I like my friends. I like my hobbies. I think I’d have to give up all of those to join the royal family.
Concerning the Norwegian Wood lyrics interpretation, I assume most of us understand that ‘light a fire’ is synonymous with the expression ‘spark up’, as Norwegian Wood was a British slang term for marijuana back in the mid 60’s.
I’d take up the offer to be in the Royal Family. It’s going to lead to lots of awkward questions, though, when the media and public asks why an Asian man has the DNA of the white British family. The Sun and Daily Mail would have a field day.
I like social interaction in limited quantities only. I would be continually on edge if people were watching me all of the time, and would almost certainly start losing my temper, very likely at somebody I wasn’t supposed to lose my temper at. So I’d be thrown out rapidly as in violation of contract.
If I could be a highly reclusive member of the royal family who lived on a country estate and only came out a few times a year for important ceremonies, I might be able to pull that off. And presumably a country estate would have room for the cats and the dog, and I’d have enough money and guest rooms to be able to have friends and family visit occasionally. And maybe I could have the people who’d have to clean the place and do upkeep come once a week at a set time, when I could prepare my mind to have them around.
But the situation as posited would just drive me rapidly out of any sort of “civilized” behavior.
I was not aware of the expression “spark up”, or of British slang terms for marijuana. I know some American slang terms for marijuana and the use thereof that were current in the late 60’s and 70’s, but neither “spark up” nor “Norwegian wood” is among them. The only context I have for “Norwegian wood” is that song; or a woods in Norway; or wood taken from woods in Norway. And I don’t think I’ve heard “spark up” before at all; though maybe I have read it someplace and have forgotten it.
I think you just have to think of your public performances as performances, like acting in a play.
The royals all keep animals, I’m sure that would be okay. And being secluded when you weren’t performing duties is what they’d like you to do, i believe.
I don’t know if you’d need to have servants all through your space. That might be hard to get used to.
I would do it just for the full time chef.
Can I still go to metal shows if I’m a royal?
Sure!
Perhaps Lizzie secretly adopted you shortly after your birth, then reneged on it, sent you back to your birth parents, and suppressed evidence of the adoption while technically leaving it in legal force under British law. The rest of the family discovered the story only after her death.
My first computer was a Kaypro II dual floppy portable running CPM.
I had been going to say that in the 1970’s and '80’s I had no idea there was such a thing as a home computer; but then I remembered that sometime around 1984 my mother entered some sort of drawing for one, so by then I must have known they existed, though I still don’t think I did in the 70’s. She didn’t win it; and the closest she ever came to having a home computer was an email only device my sister’s family gave her somewhere around 2000, by which point she wasn’t really up to learning how to use it.
I didn’t get a computer till 2002.
In the late 1980s my parents bought a Leading Edge Model D, an IBM XT clone. Dual 5.25" floppy drives, no hard drive, and and 8 MHz 8088 CPU. And they opted for the four color CGA graphics card and monitor.
I tried to convince my parents to buy us an NES, but they said we already had a computer that had games, so we didn’t need a video game system as well. I told them that the NES had different games that you couldn’t play on our computer, so it wasn’t the same, but they were not convinces.
Technically, the hike computer belonged to my brother. But it was next to the kitchen table and i spent a lot of time with it, so I’m counting it.
I also played with Macs, Lisas, and a Tandy. But they belonged to friends, or the school computer lab.
Oh, hmm, i owned a Mac in the late 80s. I didn’t count that. I guess i should change my vote.
I had an Apple ][ at home in I want to say late 1977. Later upgraded to a II+ when the II proved unreliable (the chips would creep out of the sockets and you’d have to press them down, but sometimes I’d just lift up the case and drop it on the table and it would unflake).
I got my first computer job in 1983, just before Mac came out, and work gave me a Mac that next year or maybe '85.
I never had a game console at home until the NES, which I bought in probably '88.