I must admit to not being an expert when it comes to the royal family. Obviously, I know most of the names, from King Brian at the top of the tree and Eugenie Brooksbank who is one of Sarah Ferguson’s daughters. When it comes to their close relatives, I am probably not the person from whom you would look to acquire knowledge. But today, as I purchased my copy of Hello! (I didn’t really buy it, honest), I observed something rather astonishing. Kate Middleton’s brother James – or Jim as he prefers me to call him – has finally found true love. His fucking dog.
There must be some laws about this sort of thing, although it is possible that they don’t apply to royals and their families. In any case, Jim’s days of looking out for love are over and as Kate has William, Jim has Fido. At least that’s what the story suggests to me.
I am not going to knock his choice. There is every chance that Fido will be loyal to Jim and will refrain from rubbing up the rear end of a female dog. That’s what dogs are like. Far more reliable than humans.
Doubtless, the red tops will now be all over Jim and Fido, regardless of any wishes they may have had of keeping their relationship private. The Queen, Gawd bless her, had her Corgis and now Jim has his poodle, or whatever the fuck that dog is.
I for one wish them well.
