I hope that people were lucky enough to stumble upon the James Hewitt documentary the ABC had on the other night. Hilarious. The defining image would have to be when Mr. Hewitt, reclining in a bath-tub and smoking a pipe, claimed that “I had to put a lot of bubbles in this tub – I’m a big boy”. The self-described bounder then went on to detail the joys of sucking his wet-nurse’s “tits”. Also funny was the quietly taking-the-piss interviewer who enjoyed getting James all angsty by asking him how he made his money, and why he hadn’t worked for even one day over the past twelve years. The latest source of revenue, of course, was the sale of Diana’s love letters that he was trying to organise “either in the US or the middle east”. It was fun to watch his nervous rationalisations for the dirty deed e.g. “the letters are historical artefacts that need to be preserved” and that “preservation of these documents is motivating the sale”. More funny stuff: the “Chelsea set C-list celeb famous for having plastic surgery on her G-Spot” and the fact that every person interviewed seemed to subtly imply that Princess Di was in fact a potty-mouthed cow. I love boozed-up English toffs!