Royal weddings. FA Cup Finals. Perhaps not the best day for the Hastleons to be putting on its Cabaret night, but that’s where I’ll be, having no real interest in either football or Harry and Megan.
Sandy is a Chelsea supporter because that’s the team I was told I supported when I was a kid, and they seem to have made it to the Finals tomorrow. They are the blue one and the other team is the red one.
Smith and Jones’ home keeps changing. Sometimes it’s a Victorian terrace, but most of the time it’s a 1960s semi. This is the first time we’ve seen the front of it properly. And it’s sticking as a 1960s semi from now on. Unless the gag requires otherwise. Their house is made of elastic really.
Believe it or not, this is the third Royal Wedding that Smith has seen. The first time around it was Charles and Diana’s in 1981, when I was doing the strip for myself while I was still at school. Those jokes got recycled for their son’s wedding to Kate Middleton thirty years later. And now the heir’s got married, it’s the spare’s turn. And I’m going to have to come up with some new jokes this time round.