Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

The Queen's trip around the world for sport has nearly given me a heart attack.

Whoever the eegit was who decided that a trip to an open air ruin in one of the most wind swept sites in Ireland should take place on the fourth morning of a gruelling trip that would kill an ox I do not know.

The frightening sight of her husband, hatless and without a scarf, listening to a doubtless fascinating diatribe on Romanesque arches was one of the most unusual spectacles I have ever seen on TV.
Much more of this and we'll be accused of trying to kill the royal couple with kindness...