T’wits

The royal prince distanced himself from the rest of the royals, courtiers and paparazzi, by buying a house in the Hertfordshire countryside. Installed there, the prince, and a couple of jokey housemates he’d Christened ‘the jesters’, had a whale of a time, away from nosey neighbours.

The roads to the nearby town, decent pubs and pretty girls were mostly single track. He was told he should be able to dodge the dozens of deep potholes if he kept his wits about him. Turns out the two wits were right twits when they tried to fix his flat tyres! No joke!