The royal parasites enjoy wonderful exposure (not that kind) and publicity from the press. It is a crucial, if not the main, channel for their perpetuation. At times the sycophancy therein borders on the positively obsequious. It's amusing, therefore, to note that when the publicity is occasionally not exactly of the glorifying kind they want they squeal like little piggies. At least the pics of her knockers and his thrusting arse are true, unlike most of the overblown, aggrandising, arse-licking rubbish we read about them most of the time. Stuff such as how hard they work, the poor dears, how we need 'em to drag in the tourists, etc. etc.