There’s a funny piece in The Times (London) today about what a close encounter with Royalty can do to your prejudices. Xanadu is a freelance journalist who doesn’t go much on the Royal family. But when she bumps into Prince William and Kate Middleton, it’s an entirely different matter …

“Last week, for the first time in my whole life, however, I felt that shuzzy zingy feeling known as Royal Influenza. I had an invitation for dinner and later a spot of dancing at a popular night spot. The host had placed me between two incredibly attractive Argentinean polo players [... ]

“[Later] I found myself elbowing past the lanky Prince William and lovely Kate Middleton snogging and jigging away on the dance floor. I nearly fainted, but instead just stared … and stared. I kept repositioning myself around the dance floor gazing at them from different angles. I had to restrain myself from going up to him and giving him a good snog myself, but there were too many threatening bodyguards reading my mind out of the shadows. It would be such a great story to tell the mythical grandchildren. ‘Yes children I snogged the King of England.’ I just wasn’t in the mood to be thrown in the slammer that night.

“For days afterwards it has haunted me. And now all I can do is wish that I was Kate Middleton, a nobody, snatched up by a real gorgeous Prince. It is a fairytale. I do begin to wonder when my prince will come…”

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