I see that the hair-piece in chief has landed, or should I say flopped onto British soil today; I can't say that I'll be taking any interest whatsoever in his visit, hopefully missing every incoherent uttering that he coughs up as he shuffles his way around the high and mighty of our land pressing his copious flesh with theirs. I did hear something amusing on the topic this morning though, apparently in Windsor, the Queen sent Prince Philip out in the range-rover to pick Trump and his wife up from the airport, Lizzy hasn't heard anything since, must be traffic on the M25?
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