makes you sick.
our silly day (see previous post) has been marred by protest marches by people who call themselves sensible.

they've been parading up and down outside my palace, dressed in sensible shoes and anoraks, making chants which are audible without being too noisy, and holding up banners saying things like 'this is a peaceful protest if that's all right with you'.

after a couple of hours of this, i'd had enough.

so i put on my pink sequinned leotard, my black top hat, grabbed my regalia, and marched out to confront them.

i could see one or two of the less sensible people wanted to grab me by the main gates and smother me with kisses.
but the majority, as predicted, just couldn't bear this silly behaviour and went off in a huff (which i believe is manufactured by rover cars).

i was just turning round, full of manly pride, when scunthorpe hilton came pedalling up the hill pleading for asylum.
doris is going to be jealous, but i offered to put her up for the night, as long as she promised to do lots of silly things.

i think i might skip the concert tonight...