Friday, February 10, 2012
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8 Comments:
Oooooh, so lovely.
More than lovely, the Quaintness Factor is nearly off the scale.
Even more so, if it was a favourite haunt of such quaint identities as Jack the Ripper or Sweeney Todd.
Err, that just knocked a whole lot of romance out of it.
No pies for sale. Sausages though. Don't want to think about that...
Sorry... me and my big mouth.
It actually looks like the kind of establishment Pippa might go to for drinky-poos. Perhaps with Nigella and/or Posh.
Oh jeez - and Gwyneth Paltrow.
Now you've roooned it, really roooned it.
(Am I the only one who didn't notice Pippa's bum in the wedding frock, didn't think it was even a little bit visible - was impossible to tell if she had a bum to speak of?)
What? You're asking me to hold forth on Pippa's bum?
Please! I'm the kind of gentleman who'd frequent the Princess of Wales.
I was the gentleman who frequented the Princess Of Wales. In the lane behind the Charing Cross Hotel: perfectly situated.
The bloke that tried to give me change of a twenty quid note for a fifty was soon disabused of any notions of naivety on my part. Remembered me the next night - as well he should.
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