I’m currently away from home and was furious to miss King Charles’s recent visit to York. Not because I wanted to examine the fine cut of his tweed up close (though OK, partly for that), but because celebrity sightings are a rare thrill in my ’hood and it’s been more than a year since Tom Cruise was briefly sighted performing stunts on the nearby North Yorkshire Moors Railway.
Extracting eyewitness information on the royal visit proved challenging, though it seems to have been a low-key affair, bar a little light egg chucking. “York is not mad for it,” was my stepfather’s laconic verdict (my sister and I did have a moment of wondering whether he was the egg chucker); a friend claimed not even to have noticed it was happening.
