Faced with rainy street parties, we made our way to central London, which could only be described as Hell and a terrifying glimpse of the Olympics to come. We had an invite to a party, a dangerously genuine affair, offering again, a birds eye view onto everyone having a much worse time in the pouring rainy crowded streets. My advice now stands on royal affairs - take to the sky. Here's some postcards for you to send to any people you may know in the commonwealth.
Fegan was his usual self, showing off about Chelsea and penalties, shouting about James Hewitt, stuffing his face..