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| Nottingham doesn’t need you, Harry | |
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| Did the Windsors’ PR look at statistics for which area of the UK holds the highest number of bloodless cap doffers? Is Nottingham full of them? The doughy-eyed apologists. | |
| Perhaps this was as far north as Harry and Meghan dared go. To be honest I’m surprised they made it past Luton. And for what? To re-announce an already heinously over-publicised wedding engagement that will extract millions from us when it hits its big day? I’m assuming the convoy of Range Rovers didn’t have to experience the growing number of homeless people who are slowly being exterminated by the subzero temperatures, helped along by the guiding hand of this eternal austerity. | |
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| I wonder if Rambo Harry brought up the achievements of Brian Clough and Nottingham Forest in order to win temporary affection from an ecstatic crowd? Will the golden couple visit the Commonwealth graveyard on Forest Road and pay homage to all the young men Rambo Harry’s historic associates sent to their horrific deaths? That graveyard was built on the former site of the infamous Gallows Hill where the city authorities erected a guillotine to do away with unsavories who were probably unsavoury due to the constraints Rambo Harry’s ancestors placed on them in the cramped dens that they festered in. | |
| Our relationship with the royal monsters is seen as one trapped in a Julie Andrews film set in the bygone era, somewhere in Switzerland perhaps. A rosy, Walt Disney-esque illusion as we sing along to the cries of these psychopaths. We are the apologists, the never-ending apologists, who will gush at Harry’s perceived interest in the youth programme he is currently involved with in the St Anne’s area. He doesn’t give a toss about those people. This only serves to strengthen his family’s position as relevant and merciful. Go home, Rambo. Nottingham doesn’t need you. | |
| Jason Williamson is the singer of Sleaford Mods |