The royal show - I mean, viva the people's show, just because I call it by its proper name doesn't mean I approve of its royal nature (I think it was Prince Rooey of Hutt who collected our tickets at the gate) - is as I said one of the annual highlights of my admittedly always fabulous life. This time was no exception. One of the amazing things about TRS is the extraordinary amount of overstimulated, grimacing mad people there are there. Also the chooks. And the big Gillies pie.
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