We. The royal we. Madonna and me. My sister and I, she who is still fast asleep in a mahogany four poster bed in her suite adjoining mine. The royal we, so fitting for a woman who is sometimes a royal pain in my ass. Although Buckingham Palace, the queen of England’s residence, is just across the road, in my estimation and that of millions of fans, she is the real queen of the universe Madonna Louise Veronica Ciccone, my elder sister by twenty seven months, who, just eleven years after the release of her first record, is now one of the most famous women in the world. I eat an orange. No big English breakfast for me, no matter how much I like it. Otherwise, I’ll probably throw up when Madonna and I take our scheduled six-mile jog at eleven. Just as we did yesterday, just as we will do tomorrow and on every other day during the tour. [download]
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