It was all, like, glorious sunshiney heatwave, and then...
Ermagherd!
Princess Kate goes into Labour...
...suddenly, the skies darken, thunderstoms roll and crash, lightning strikes and flash!
Now, I'm not one to cry conspiracy as you know, but coincidence? I don't think so. This definately has the end times sulphurous stench of And lo, unto ye Middleton, the ickle pwince of darkness hath been delivered all over it!
Crowded house?
Hounded spouse, more like! Hounded as in being humped by a hound - a hound in the form of a jackal!
I remember watching The Omen. Apart from Dr Who Number 21 getting impaled on a spire, there was that bit with the spawning of the Jackal's pup, and Damien being delivered in not too disimilar a stormy climate - all windy grey doom & gloom with accompanying choral singing by saintly monk-type pædo priests:
♪ Sanguis Middleton
Corpus Will Windsor
Sanguis Middleton
Corpus Will Windsor
Sanguis Middleton
Corpus Will Windsor
Royal Offspring Satani! ♫
Summat like that. probably.Rosemary's Baby? Kate's Baby more like! Some incubus type Tokoloshe denuding Middletons of their knickers and impregnating them with satanic spunk from their demonic dongs!
Well. I, for one, refuse to kneel before the progeny of our satanic, reptillian, illuminati overlords!
I say we shave it's bonce in St Paul's Cathedral to look for a 666 birthmark, then apply the daggers of Meggido to He Who Would Bring Hell Unto Earth. And if there isn't one, tattoo it in felt tip, and apply the daggers of Meggido from orbit (it's the only way to be sure).
We don't want the Royal Son Of
The Antichrist is here, despoiling our weather patterns with his unholy rebirth!
Hold on... Antichrist... Is that, like, Antifreeze, or something?
