Liz always managed to get people to bow to her by telling them that their flies were undone.
As she viewed the exhibits, each one more hideous than the last, Liz reflected that she had not had this much fun since Queen Juliana of the Netherlands stepped in a pile of corgi crap at Sandringham.
Despite her advanced years, Liz had never lost a game of musical chairs.
Nick pleaded with Dave to take Liz into the next room, before George got his cock out again.
"There's nothing in here, ma'am", said Dave apologetically, "but it is much preferable to what you have just missed."
Liz waited patiently for the cards to be dealt, wondering what would happen when this bunch of asswits realised that contract bridge was a game for only four players. She was buggered if she was going to play rummy.
Dave explained patiently that Bill always talked like that, and that there was nothing congenitally wrong with him, other than being from Yorkshire.
Dave was adamant that he wasn't drunk, and proved it by holding his hand steady for fifteen seconds. He allowed that he was educated at Eton, and that explained some of the fatuous comments.
Merriment ensued as Wackford peed down Dave's back. Liz maintained a stoical neutral demeanour, remembering that complaining was not an option; some of these twats had witnessed Phil's antics first hand.
"Pull my finger!"
Liz explained to the man with the funny voice that she did not want to be escorted across the fucking road - and if he thought that she was amenable to listening to his twaddle about Antarctica for more than three minutes then he had some very serious bloody recalculation to do.
Liz could not remember a day, and she had had many days, when she had had to listen to such total shite.
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Somehow, I just never thought the Queen would have to look before crossing the street. Surely there must be someone assigned to these things.
It is the outcome of the cutbacks by this vicious Tory regime. Philip no longer has someone to blow his nose, either.
And this visit was considered to be a treat?
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In the sense that the gormless tit who normally follows her everyplace had been left behind, yes.
Thank you. I think that's the first time I ever felt sympathy for a member of the Royal Family.
I done a lol at some of these. Will you be doing some sort of full-length entry of some sort on the passing of Thatcher?
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