The Stupidest Festival Plan Ever

My Dear Fellow,

As you know, I was scheduled to meet Princess Normal for drinks last night. And came up with the dumbest possible place to meet: The Jolly Judge, right before the Tattoo.

You warned me. I know. But anyway, we didn't stay long. After the Princess reported seeing a bloke randomly "lamping" people stood in an ATM queue, we jumped into a taxi and headed to Stockbridge.

Yes. Where I actually live.

So after that a fun evening was had. The Princess is concerned that all her emotions show on her face during team meetings. This was after she noted her colleagues laughing at her when a droning contributor wouldn't shut up. We determined she may suffer from "Active B*tch Face" instead of the "resting" version.

She also reported a distressing exchange with her daughters in the car while listening to the radio.

DAUGHTER: Is it the weekend?
PRINCESS: Don't be daft it's only Tuesday.
DAUGHTER: I mean on the radio.
PRINCESS: Oh, well I don't know modern bands.
DAUGHTER: It's not a band, it's a person.
PRINCESS: Oh.
DAUGHTER: Old person moment, mum.

It is as well I never bred. I think I would embarrass the young folk about 20 times a day.

Parsones