beesknees

I'm a bit sad about Prince Phillip's death today. Not because I particularly support any sort of monarchy, but because it sort of feels like the first chunk of concrete has maybe fallen out of the dam and pretty soon we'll be faced with none but Charles and Boris to represent the UK.

Okay, that, but mostly because he sort of reminded me of my dashing, grumpy, occasionally jaw-droppingly inappropriate grandfather, who died a few years ago in his 90s. Goodbye, all you That Kind Of Old Dudes.