Liz was not best pleased to see that someone else had chosen the same frock.
Private Wilburton hoped that no-one noticed that he had misremembered the dress-code.
For the fourth year in succession, the over eighties chewing gum spitting team had failed to land a single gobfull into the canopy.
Liz could hardly believe what Cams was telling her. She prayed fervently that Boris would remove his thumb before the cameraman changed angles.