One evening at Northolt Airfield
“Oh bloody hell its my brother,” Thought William, and Harry, and Charles and Andrew as they assembled at Northolt Airfield in West London. “Screwed any nice school girls recently?” Charles asked as his brother approached. “No,” he replied with a steely stare, “Have you?” Charles turned on his heel, “Insolent bastard, can I have his head cut off now I’m King?” he enquired of his chief flunky who attended him dressed like the doorman at the Ritz hotel. “I don’t believe so your Majesty,” he...