Just watching the King & Queen consort leave the Palace of Westminster and I got to thinking what her internal monologue might be and came up with this:
Well Charles, I got all dressed up for the occasion, even popped on one of your Mama's crowns, don't I look gorgeous...but there is no one to help me with the train on this dress...ah here now, there's a million steps that I have to negotiate while wearing this heavy crown, did I say I looked well in it? Anyway, how am I going to get down these stairs, there's no handrail for me to hold and I don't want to go tits over arse you know...
(Charles offers her his arm to assist her getting down the stairs)
Great...we're at the bottom of the stairs...oh Christ!! Do we have to get back in this infernal gold box again and parade through the streets of London?? We do??? Why can't we modernise and take the Rolls Royce out every so often, I mean we're no spring chickens and this is so uncomfortable...Hey ho...back to the Palace we go!
Anyone got any other internal monologues that they'd like to share???