It's solved one problem at any rate. For some time now, I've been pondering the question of what we do with the royal family once the revolution has taken place. That's the socialist revolution of course.

Being a humane and charitable individual, I would be dead against shooting them or otherwise disposing of them in a cruel manner.

One or two are now so old that they should be safely confined to a care home, and I would insist that the quality of service be at least as good as that which my late mother was lucky enough to enjoy.

Of the others, one or two are barking mad and would have to be forcibly detained for their own good.

That leaves those who are at least physically able to work. Here though, we run into the problems of skills and experience, or rather the lack of them. Some of them could be employed as cleaners or waitresses or other menial but intellectually undemanding jobs. But there's at least one member whose future is assured.

Can't you just picture it? Ladies night at the local social club. The punters sat rigid in rampant anticipation, while the compere announces the next act.

"Put your hands together for the great, the one and only HARRY, THE MALE STRIPPER!"