Princess Anne came to town today. They closed the whole town to traffic so she could look at us from a balcony. Then some chap started chucking buns at her off the roof of the Town Hall. I swear it was John Prescott. She has a look of mild alarm on her face. The goon on the left with an earpiece (it's round in his the other ear - der) hasn't spotted anything. Perhaps, despite the advent of a new series of Spooks at the weekend, no one has thought through the currant bun attack methodology.
Apparently it always happens when Royalty comes to town.
You can see him pointing at her saying "the next one, luv, that's for you. In yer face". I'm imagining that bit as he was long way up on a tall building and although my lens was long my hearing doesn't zoom in and out much. At least, not in public. Too many people stare if I do that thing with my ears.
He just kept on chucking the buns at her, so she got fed up and ran for her helicopter and flew off. She didn't even pop into Waitrose for her weekend shopping. All the staff. Can you image? They were probably waiting in line. And I bet they polished the tills. Anyway, she didn't go. Nor Tesco. But I suspect she's more of a Waitrose fan.
I think the chap on the right has just picked up one of the buns and is having a look for currants. They were good buns too. Until someone chucked them off a roof. Perhaps the smart chap took a chomp. I'm amazed Two Jugs left any. The silly man spoils, and eats, everything.
1 comment:
Nice story. It does look like Prescott, indeed.
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