Look chaps, when I ascend, the throne that is, I will sort this all out.
I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding that can be solved by an inter faith dialogue meeting with those those nice people from the Orthodontic Society offering us all herbal teas. (Ed: Sire, do you perhaps mean the Homoeopathic Society? ).
That nice Mr Blair has offered to help too, so at least I will be kept up to date with his good work in Gaza. By the way, “How’s that all going Tony?”
I mean, all these young chaps need is a some jolly good leadership from someone who fully understands them.
It’ll be alright, it really will. Trust me. My dahlias confirm that the astrological portents are all good.
Acknowledgements: One just has to thank that nice Mr Hislop, of Private Eye, for letting one take over the front cover.
Private Eye – probably the best magazine in the world.