sweet effay

There are not many days when I’m happy to be woken in the early hours, but Mrs effay’s announcement that Prince Harry had been photographed in a Nazi uniform had me leaping out of bed to see the pictures for myself. Of course the question is how the hell was he allowed to leave the house like that? I lean towards the view that Harry and all his advisors are fuckwits, whereas Mrs effay thinks that William was annoyed with the positive press his brother was getting, and so decided to scupper his chances of public popularity by suggesting to him that he wore the costume in question. Anyway, lets just see that picture again shall we?

Pure magic.

I’m off to London now to hang out with all the witty and sophisticated people down there and to slap some sense into any Cold Rationalists that I stumble across. Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.