Prince Charles may be a jug eared old cunt, but he hasn’t always got the best time of it. While he inexplicably traded in his hot wife for Rod Hull, it’s his day job that should really earn your sympathy.
His job is, basically, waiting for his mum to die. Just sitting around being fawned over by royal arselickers like Jenny Bond, hoping for the news that his mother has finally given up being alive.
He’ll have to pretend to be disappointed, while at the same time getting his pose ready for the photo to put on the coins. Sitting while asculptor hacks away at a 50p – get the big coins done first – and then getting tetchy as he fucks up another 5p.
The trouble is that Charles isn’t getting any younger. Actually, that’s a stupid thing to say, because nobody is getting younger. Except for that bloke in the Benjamin Button film, and that was rubbish. The point is that Charles is old. There hardly seems any point in even bothering to update the stamps.
I don’t know why I wrote this, there’ll be plenty of time to think about things when the entire world’s media shuts down as she actually does die. Every single newspaper, news website and TV station, pumping out trivia and minutiae constantly. Like with Princess Diana, only even more tedious and drawn out.
I’m going underground in anticipation, let me know when it’s all blown over.
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