Belgo hold 'em

While searching for the loo in the cavernous basement of Belgo last night, I was nearly run over by a large man with Prince William's head. It took me a minute to realize that Belgo Basement Man was merely wearing a Wills mask, not Wills's actual head.

My first thought was that he must be a robber (it is currently easier to find a Kate/Wills mask than a balaclava at the local shops). Belgo isn't a typical target for hold-ups, but then again their mussels are quite delicious and not at all cheap if consumed by the ton. But upon further observation, I was able to confirm that the reason Belgo Basement Man had the face of a prince and the feet of a beer-enthusiast was because he was out on a commoner's stag night with his be-masked mates.

The memorabilia is everywhere, in every flavour under the sun: disco phone commercials, biscuit tins, mugs, paper dolls, sick bags. Here are two snapshots from around town yesterday:

The word on one's street.

Royal cardboard.

I do hope that Belgo Basement Man will be able to resume a normal life and locate his bog standard head next week, after all the hoopla is over.