Quite a week, what?
This weekend i attended a wedding. Don't panic ladies, you can take your heads out of those gas ovens and untether those nooses, it was not my own wedding. Cheg on Rudolf Velentinos. No, it was the wedding of a terrible acquaintance. A fine day was had by all; good speeches, good food and the wine was of an excellent vintage, a fine semillion since you ask which, coincidentally, is what i had when dancing with one particularly fine bridesmaid later in the evening. Ooh matron.
However, in the real world we have much bigger fish to fry. It turns out that a member of the Royal Family has been the subject of an attempted blackmail plot. Details are a little sketchy at the moment but it appears to revolve around allegations of drug use and some sexual dalliances. God only knows how the hoi-polloi will react if the details ever leak out into the public domain. I'm not sure the populace are ready to accept that a second member of the House of Windsor may be a full blown heterosexual.
There is also another Royal in town today, namely the King of Saudi Arabia. Can't remember his name but he looks exactly last the last one. Beard, dress, big wallet. Anyway, he's over here to chide Britain on it's shocking record on terrorism. Apparently the Saudi's are going to show us how it's done properly. I dare say he'll be spending what little free time he has, in between dining at State banquets and buying London, gazing fondly upon the uncovered knees of our womenfolk. Giddy up.
'Tell the King' - The Libertines