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On my way to work this morning, I encountered an entourage of royals in the park. At least I assume they were royals; all the pieces seem to fit:
As they say, if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck...
I had to pause in my journey until they had passed and the path was clear to cross once again. I had to be careful in my crossing, however. When the royals had moved on, there was a pile of shit in the road, left behind as witness to their regal presence.
Need I say more?
- The park in question was Kensington Gardens, adjacent to Kensington Palace.
- The entourage was dressed in very posh clothing, riding in two extremely lavish horse-drawn carriages.
- Said party had an escort of four cops, two on horseback and two on motorcycle.
As they say, if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck...
I had to pause in my journey until they had passed and the path was clear to cross once again. I had to be careful in my crossing, however. When the royals had moved on, there was a pile of shit in the road, left behind as witness to their regal presence.
Need I say more?