} Actually, if you want to avoid all the in-fighting, bad language,
} adultery, thrown polo matches benefiting far eastern gambling
} syndicates, mangled vowels, mangled trowels, matching suits just
} the wrong shade of pink, spice girl mingling, bad haircuts,
} greasy fingernails, flatulence, sort of greenish-orange sweat,
} elephantine proboscises, entry into top public schools with two
} 'E's and a voucher from a pack of soap powder, embarrassing comments
} about their son's having the hots for Beyonce, hand-waving, horse
} riding, unfunny jokes (when the teller, not the target), topless
} sunbathing, toe-sucking, motor race driver hobnobbing, inconsequential
} worn out pop-star benighting, impossibly symmetrical fingernail
} wearing, meeting the populace-ing, organic farming, architecture
} waffling, small animal/bird shooting, and general malarkay that goes
} with royals, you'll come to the same conclusion that I have.
} Steep some dried leaves in hot water, leave for a minute, and sweeten
} with royal-icing. Then tell everyone to expect some "royal tea" when
} they drop in.
} You owe The Oracle some pictures of Beyonce in revealing costumes. Hey,
} recognising foibles is one thing, being immune another.