Ruthie’s obsession with Sealand is a matter of record. Several in fact.
Quite why is unclear: is it merely the eccentricity of the place? or does she have unknown aspirations? A place to keep gaudy pink leathers, or perhaps as a confidential rendezvous for those secret lovers who must remain unknown to each other?
Whichever; she had better get in quick before HMG does indeed step in and grab it. Or Geeklawyer for that matter.
And It’d make a cool conference venue.
Good question. Ruthie is unsure as to the roots of her fascination with Sealand, except that the place and its owner convey much that Ruthie considers to be the basic characteristics of Britishness: eccentricity, independence, stuborness, desire to own ones own property and inventiveness.
Much debate has raged in the media of late about our national character. Watching and comparing people on the Paris and London undergrounds is hugely informative. In Paris, travellers do their damndest to conform. In London looking bizzare will attract curious rather than threatened looks, and people determined to preserve your right to wear what you choose.