Paul Taylor, fine you're a royalist, as so many people are, but why do you and your likeness feel the need to fall over yourselves to doff your caps - almost like a dog wagging it's tail furiously because it's master is giving it attention.
Royalists strike me like Mr. Collins from Pride and Prejudice, awestruck and subservient to Lady Catherine de Bourgh's patronage.
Or to put it more crudely, they seem to all have their collective lips kissing the backside of the Saxe Coburg Gotha's.
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