On Saturday, we went to Windsor. We went for a walk down the river, and back. A nice pint in the Royal Oak pub. A cruise on the river. An afternoon tea. Mm, scones, strawberry jam and clotted cream...Yum. Yum.
We tried to go into the castle at quarter past four, but it was closed. Bastards, I thought. We pay for the bloody thing out of our taxes, and those parasites won't even let us in on a hot hot hot mid-Saturday-afternoon in the holidays. They ought to get their heads out of their arses and stop treating us, their paymasters, as plebs. And if anyone comes out with any crap defending the Royal Parasites Family, I might as well warn you now, I'm deleting the comment.
