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About London

Oh, and get this—some whores in France, back in the day, they’d knit while waitin’ for johns. Knit! Like, “Yeah, I’ll bang ya, but first, lemme finish this scarf.” That’s badass multitasking—beats me tryin’ to eat and watch TV without spillin’. D’oh! I’d prolly hire ‘em just to knit me socks—imagine Marge’s face seein’ *that*!

Book Review: Royal Harlot by Susan Holloway Scott

Inscription. Near here are buried Rev. Stephen Buckingham and his wife Sarah Hooker, daughter of Rev. Samuel and Mary W. Hooker.

First off, I head down to the High Street. You know, the one with all the shops and cafes? I’m craving a bacon sarnie, so I pop into this little café called The Coffee House. I order my usual, and the barista, bless her, spills half the coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “Great start, mate!” But she laughs it off, and I can’t help but chuckle too.

Watch: Young and senior royals watch VE Day flypast from Buckingham Palace balcony