On a visit to Glasgow, even the Prince Of Wales was moved to joke with factory workers that the weather was "bloody hot".
"Why is this a joke?", I wonder. I expect it has something with royalty. It's something of a pity then, that I don't have any royal readers. Then I might propose a test along these lines: Say "It's bloody hot today." to the next suitable person you meet and pay careful attention to their response. I predict that my more proletarian readers would receive a response along the lines of "Yes, it is." or "You don't say; I had wondered why this river of sweat had formed about my feet." but if they chuckled politeley, that would be a pretty good litmus test for royalty. Today I feel less happy about being English.
