Then I saw that the chief waver was holding a postcard of Prince Harry, and pointing from it to me and me to it.
Now, I'd be the first to admit that young Windsor and I share a certain boyish charm; a cheeky grin; an easy manner with hoi polloi1.
But to imagine that the third in line would be driving down the Old Kent Road without a police escort? Get real.
1 A tutor once told me off for writing 'the hoi polloi' in an essay, as hoi means the. Fair point - you wouldn't say 'living the la vida loca', would you? 2
2 Though you could possibly sing it to the tune of Guide me, O thou great Redeemer.