Mam, I am tonight.

I say this once, and once only: GO THE QUEEN! I have never felt so much like I'm getting value for money on my taxes than today. They may be a bunch of idle scroungers, they may be inbred to the point of actually being a new species, but I spent a good half hour rolling on the floor in hysterics this morning, and if a few pence in the pound on my income tax has gone to make this possible, I have to say it's really worth it.
For anyone who has missed the paper, in her capacity as head of the church of England ( quote little guy at corner shop: "I thought that was Christ's job.") her maj has pointed out that once they're married, Church of England people will have to pray for Camilla as well as Charles. Hey, Liz, I thought we were keeping this 'civil'? Well ain't that just the best lesson in being careful what you wish for? You want them, you've gotta love 'em! You want a country where the government is the government of the head of the Church of England, you want to be a subject rather than a citizen? Well you just get down on your knees and thank the lord for giving you what you want. All those times the Daily Mailites have rung into TV debates saying we should never, ever even consider a monarchy free Britain on pain of being considered unpatriotic (also the penalty for not giving a wet slap about football and being glad when England go out of tournaments early so everyone just SHUTS UP ABOUT IT) must be bursting their cardy buttons wishing they could be outraged!
I have to say, I labour day and night to be as twisted and bitchy as possible, and spend most of my time absolutely rabid with apathy about stories concerning the royals, so I can only be utterly proud of the queen for upsetting the applecart in the most creative way imaginable. Who, indeed, is queen? It also makes me wonder, if she's head of the church and can tell people who to pray for, can't she tell the church to let Charles get married in one?
In the long term, I suggest we kill two birds with one stone. Give Liz a job writing scripts for Eastenders. I may have been a little unfair on Thursday, it's obvious the people working on the Johnny/Andy storyline ate all the Cheesy Poofs that should have gone to the Den team. Well the Queen's loaded, so if she worked there the Cheesy Poofs would never run out again, and we'd all live happily ever after. Except the residents of Walford. And Charles.