Sometimes i get tired of writing grown up columns. Then things like this happen:
Finally! Prince William got a proper haircut.
I’ve been urging the bloke to go the number one comb for some time now. It’s been obvious for many years that he was thinning out on top and as I said to him, “Will,” I said, “we’ve got the rotten Frenchies where we want them at the moment, but you never know when the Dauphin or the Grand Constable is likely to start stirring up trouble around Agincourt again. You can’t expect the happy few to follow you into wanton slaughter if they’re distracted by your bald spot.”