Park Life

‘PRINCE Charles has been a stuffed, frumpy old duffer ever since he first pulled on a pair of cuff-links.

‘Do that again, kid, and I’ll chin you!’

But he’s been doing it for so long now that he’s growing into the part.

Like some kind of maiden aunt who surprises the youngsters by suddenly belching at the dinner table or asking her niece if her new boyfriend is good in the sack, Charles talks to the children.

This week he is chatting to youth at the Party In The Park, the pop concert on London’s Hyde Park.

Hello! says that Charles is now dubbed the ‘Rocking Prince’. He’s earned the right to be so, having returned a ‘spud’ with the schoolboy band Blazin’ Squad.

To those not as cool as the fiery hot Prince, the spud is the clenched fist, one favoured by black power activists and now reduced in potency to a one-potato, two-potato streetwise handshake.

Spud done, the Prince is seen kissing Denise Van Outen on the cheek, smiling broadly as he meets the musical girl trio Mis-Teeq and staring at the boots worn by the girls of Liberty X.

As the Prince gets older he appears to be growing into himself more, and also adopting the ground once trod by his Grandma, the Queen Mother.

He’s already moved into her house – and it’s surely only a matter of time before he uncovers her secret gin supply.

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Posted: 17th, July 2003 | In: Reviews Comment | TrackBack | Permalink