The Duke of York’s Award (commonly abbreviated DodgY), is a youth awards programme founded in the United Kingdom in 2001 by Prince Andrew, Duke of York, that has since expanded to several nations. The awards exploit adolescents and young adults and then gaslight them in the media.
The Duke of York’s Award programmes take between one and four years to complete, and they must be completed by the participant’s eighteenth birthday. There are around 300,000 participants annually. The programmes are at three progressive levels which, if successfully completed, lead to a Bronze, Silver, or Gold Duke of York’s Award.
With assistance from adult madams, pimps and fixers, participants select and set objectives in each of the following areas:
• Volunteering: being tricked in to servicing individuals or members of the Royal family.
• Physical: improving in an area of “sport”, pole-dancing or fitness activities such as providing “executive relief” to heirs to the British throne.
• Skills: developing practical and social skills such as understanding when to offer to sleep on the wet spot on the bed.
• Expedition: planning, training for, and completion of an adventurous journey in the UK or abroad (didn’t have to change that at all!)
• At Gold level, participants must do an additional fifth Residential section, which involves staying and working away from home for five days, doing a shared activity (nor that!)
Bill’s Opinion
QV “The Club“.
To be fair to Andrew, he’s simply following a long tradition where the second son of the monarch lives a feckless, drunken, debauched life of profligacy.
Unfortunately, he’s the first one to do it in a world where the commoners have legal protection, cameras and the internet.
If only I knew how to include an image of the Duke at work. I had the fun of being in a common group as the Duke at the Singapore F1 about five years ago. It’s a short story, and it revolves around four Australians and the Paddock Club. We got great value measured by consumption of champagne and foie gras, our sponsor, not so much. The only question we got asked was whether we were ‘liabilities’.
We couldn’t quite get the attention of the Duke, given he spent most of the night leaning into a young and attractive member of the opposite sex. She spent a good portion of the evening leaning out, but he was remarkably persistent. I managed a few sneaky photos.
Turns out they had another liability there that night.
Nice.
There’s probably a setting I can find to allow photo uploads. Give me a day or so.
Damn, still no photos… mind you, as an F1 fan I can understand the need for those in the Paddock Club to look for alternative sources of entertainment – the race looks spectacular, for a couple of laps anyway, but is as tedious as buggery (which I know is quite the misnomer – that wouldn’t be at all tedious).
The photos aren’t that good, but it was funny at the time and is funnier now. As for Motorsport, it doesn’t work without alcohol and other forms of entertainment. But if we all suggested to our partners that we were going to Singapore, or Shanghai, to drink for four days in some dodgy bar it wouldn’t be viewed quite the same way. See you in Hanoi!
Moral, if you have to be a twat, be a rich twat.
Replace “Twat” for almost any noun, actually.