GOTCHA!  - A RIGHT ROYAL WASH-OUT. JUBILEE FULLY TWATTED BY THE WEATHER AND THE RETURN OF THE BELGRANO.  AND ALL THIS FOR THE SAKE OF THE 'ROYAL' FAMILY, THE UK's PREMIER BENEFIT SCROUNGING AND TAX DODGING OUTFIT.

The Diamond Jubilee, billed as the gig of the century by the usual bevvy of fawning, sycophantic  journos, turned out to be more than a bit of a damp squib for the huddled masses stuck out in the rain and lining the route of the pathetic flotilla designed to celebrate 60 years of imperialism and that.  It was in fact a complete wash out with all those over privileged hooray Henrys and Henriettas getting the dousing of a lifetime.  Soaked down to their Knightsbridge knickers, the royal dross posed for the paparazzi and tried to put on a brave face.  Not even the - no doubt - generous supply of recreationals on board could hide the obvious dismay these wretched, over privileged, inbred examples of imperial pomp and twattishness felt as their party sluiced down the bilges of their rococo barges and that.