Thai takeout? check. Glass of water? check. Cosy sweatshirt? check. Bra removed through cosy sweatshirt armholes? check.
The heppy couple.
The fourth season of The Crown is teed up on the telly and we’re ready to flip the levers on our LazyBoys and watch until our legs fall off.
Red curry? Thanks. Just a bit.
How do you think the actress playing Diana is doing? Decently, decently. She was a child, really, wasn’t she? That whole family could have been arrested for child abuse. Charles is excellent and a self-pitying bastard. I like Olivia Colman better this season. Prince Philip? Well hasn’t he gone soft?
More pad thai? Oh yes, thanks awfully. A spot of water too. Perhaps a pint.
Look at that. Diana roller-skates all by herself through the holls of Buckingham Palace while he moons over Camilla and whines to his mum. And he’s jealous of how much people love her! Fraffly I don’t know why Philip doesn’t slep him silly.
Ah, Thatcher. The Iron Lady at Balmoral in her evening dress with all those wellie-booted cold-hearted loons. Gillian Anderson’s got quat the stoop, what? She must hav gain to the Prints Chahls School af Overecting.
Wonker noddly get enaff of this trewly mahvlus shew. Shell we pour some teh and wetch anotheh?