I have to say, Haas, I feel for that little Prince George. Not only does he have a mother who does eyeliner like it’s the 1980s (I blame her air hostess mother), he has the paparazzi affliction almost as bad as we do.
Monday 8.03am: first pap of the day
Good grief, they have alarm clocks and everything…
Then we had our lunch munch spoiled by telelens:
I don’t know how you can be so relaxed about it. It WINDS ME UP NO END!
That one last night really took things to a whole new level: a pap hiding in the bushes disguised as a squirrel pretending to be eating a hazelnut.
Yeah, don’t think I can’t see your beady little eye! Whatever next?! GM plants sprouting cameras and microphones? House sparrows rigged up with spying equipment? Eavesdropping elves?! That’s it Haas, up your sticks, we’re moving!
+++ to be continued…+++