Sex on Queen’s lawn at Windsor Castle

A couple were arrested in the grounds of Windsor castle after they were caught having sexual intercourse on the lawn of Windsor castle in full view of many people. To make it worse, the Queen was in residence at the time, although her “boudoir” is on the other side so hopefully she wasn’t aware of the little “show” outside. A pair of Japanese tourists filmed the scene for 20 minutes before the couple were arrested, and many soldiers were watching from the windows. Across the street, many people could see the scene from cars, shops and the street. It attracted quite an audience.  

Now these people weren’t making a political statement, they weren’t angry at the Queen, they weren’t looking for anything out of it, they simply got carried away. Despite the people watching, commenting and even filming, the two did not stop. They only stopped when they were confronted with two armed police officers who arrived in range rovers to separate the couple and remove them from the premises. The two were arrested and made to spend the night in jail for their actions.

What a great crime. Imagine talking about that in jail. When everyone says what they did, one man is a murderer, you’ve got a couple of thieves, a vandal, and maybe a druggie or two. “What did you do?”, they’ll ask. “We had sex in the Queen’s garden.” THAT, my friends, is a great answer. 

There’s a girl in Camden Town, indesicion makes her frown…

My favourite place keeps changing. It used to be Sheffield, where i was born. Then it changed to Henley, then to the centre of London and now it has changed again. And now, i can honestly say that my favourite place is Camden Town. Mind you, it’s not for the faint hearted. Its a bloody difficult journey to take. Here was my latest experience:

After making my way at 9 am (A shockingly early time for the weekend!) to the train station, i bought my ticket from the anti-social ticket man and made my way to the platform. I narrowly dodged the drunk man passed out on the bench, clearly he preferred a liquid breakfast. Either that or he still hadn’t woken up from the night before. Either way, not a wise choice for conversation. The business men grunt at me as i pass. Obviously they don’t agree to my choice of wardrobe, a mini skirt and purple DMs with a vest top, Oh well!

Riding the train to London is always an adventure. You never get a seat, even if you’ve booked one. There’s always some dodery old lady sat in it looking up at you with a “oh but i’m just a little old lady” look so you can’t ask her to move. Every time, i end up sat outside the loo hoping and praying that no one does a crap.
King’s cross is always packed. No matter what day or time it is. You can’t move without being elbowed in the face by some rushing business man with no concern other than the meeting he’s already late for. But then the underground is my favourtie part of the whole trip. I LOVE the underground, i don’t know why people complain about it.

I mean, sure, you have to check the seat for hypodermic needles before you sit… and i guess it does always kinda smell like pee, but its still fun. People watching is always fun on the underground, working out who’s going where, and politley ignoring the ones who are staring right at you. But i tell you, the first thing you’ll see when you get off the subway at Camden Town will make your day. The first time i went, i walked right into a crowd of fabulously dressed drag queens, its an interesting experience when you’re 13.

As well as this, the Kebab stand is awesome, and of course, Camden Felafal is just too hard to resist, don’t ask what’s in it, just eat, you won’t care by the end. My favourtie place in Camden is this little shop called Fizzy. Its down a little alleyway somewhere, and it’s the dingiest, darkest, weirdest shop there. It has clothes hanging out of the windows and you’ll probably see Ray stood in the doorway. I call him Ray because he looks like a Raven. He’ll lead up the incredibly rickety stairs with broken mirrors lining the corridor to a changing room with no door where he’ll hand you clothes. You don’t even need to ask. He judges you the moment you walk in the door, he knows your size, favourite colour and likes and dislikes before you’ve even told him your name. And with me at least, he’s never been wrong.

Other than that, Camden is just an adventure. The market is amazing, the food is good. The people are unique and weird and you always come back with much more than you came with, hopefully still with your purse, it’s London after all.