Royal Dinner

Helena and I went out for dinner last night to a local restaurant when we found our quiet meal being disturbed by a noisy group of public schoolboys (and a few girls) at the next table. We were however rather surprised on closer examination of the group to see that amongst the diners were Will and Harry Windsor, which might have explained why the waiters were giving this table far more attention than they have ever given any customer. Poor old Will really is balding on top quite badly and his brother is quite the chain-smoker but they do fit in so well with the local Sloaney crowd that I was for a while convinced they were merely accidental look-alikes. That myth was shattered as we left and nearly walked head-long into a burly member of the paparazzi clamouring at the door.