HRH Prince Phillip, Duke of Edinburgh - My Fake Diary

Friday, 5 September 2008

Dear Diary,

Well thank God, I finally had a bim. Gad! A full fortnight since last. Mother insisted on seeing.

At any rate I must be a stone lighter and feel positively brilliant, as if I could climb a tree. No more of that for me though, not since those blasted popperozzi thugs took those distance shots up in Wales. The bastards. I think those garlic eating Ities should be simply disallowed. It makes one quite ready to sympathize with the late D's incessant hysterias.

Have got to get down to London this morning. Some blasted factory opening. A spot of tea, some bad breathed yaks, and it's off for me to try my hand at a little quail shoot with old Crabs up at Wembly.

Dinner in front of the telly tonight. Thank God.

PP