From London’s holly-sellers to Engels’s flaming Christmas centrepiece, the plum pudding was more than festive fare in Victorian Britain, says KEITH FLETT
AS the current chapter of the Royal Chronicles draws to a close, there is inevitably anticipation, discussion and concern over what is to come when Queen Elizabeth II is no more.
Whatever magic, mystery and myth may have surrounded the royal family in the past, the sunlight of the tabloid press, gossip columns — and mainstream media — has well and truly exposed it. The fairy tale has hit the buffers.
Some members of the family may at times be gracious, funny, kind, selfless and caring, but some can also be venal, greedy, possibly racist and allegedly involved in criminal activity. They are human, with human faults, but lots of money.
JAMIE BRITTON reaches for the sick bucket as he is forced to engorge detail after detail of the Royal Family’s wealth
STEPHEN ARNELL wonders at the family resemblance between former prince Andrew and his great-uncle ‘Dickie’



