“Can we all agree that Penny Mordaunt is gay culture today?” The declaration was made in a crowded Soho bar, made slightly less gay by the revelers from the coronation that had taken place an hour earlier.
By Sunday the former Tory candidate for the premiership had become the Pippa Middleton of the day, completely ignoring that our new king had been crowned.
The epitome of Britishness. When I told my friends in the States that I would be crossing the pond and finally heading back to Blighty they were rather excited.
But when I said it was for the coronation some faces changed, “Why would you celebrate that man after what he did to Meghan?” “Wait, are you actually going to the service?” Their eyes studied me, did they have a secret Lord in their midst?