Flippin’ ‘eck, it’s a long old hop from Ljubljana, even without the body on top. I’m blistered to bits. Still, I’m sure the old fella had an invitation to the royal nuptials and I wouldn’t miss the even for all the left-footed trainers in the sweatshops of the far east. And if anybody tries to get rough and steps on my toes, they’ll get a right royal kicking just as soon as I can get out from under them.

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