
Our royal family and the national game aren't natural bedfellows: the blue bloods tend to prefer classier sports like foxhunting, horsey dancing, and sneering at the masses, while Princes Hazza 'n Wills trot out a St George flag every few years and rah-rah over England's flailing football excursions in the World Cup. So the delivery of the equivalent of 2,000 pints of beer in advance of such a crucial game caused consternation among Castle footmen and flunkies. Was Prince Philip about to declare his love of the Three Lions with a boozy bender, or would the shipment prove as popular as a genetically modified pear at Prince Charles' picnic?
Fortunately, a more sober answer was forthcoming. The intended recipient was nearby namesake "The Windsor Castle", a pub located five miles away Maidenhead. The pub's landlord revealed that they often receive goods destined for the Royal residence - corgi cufflinks perhaps, or SS uniforms for ripping good fun at the next Colonials and Natives bash - yet this was the first time a shipment sent to the pub has been so mislaid. Had it been a case of gin, and had dear Queen Mum still stalked the corridors, it would've been snaffled quicker than a rat up a Royal drainpipe.
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