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112 days not really going out. Lots of DVD's & Netflix in the evenings when the days work is done.

I had gone through the entire "The Crown" series. Also "The Royal House of Windsor."

Quite a crew, so the The Windsors https://www.imdb.com/title/tt5692740/ was quite a lowlife treat.

a review:
AS A MONARCHIST, I LOVE IT!!!
agrippaalexander29 December 2017

Truly hysterical, well written and beautifully acted. The writers have simply exaggerated what we already suspect: Camilla is a scheming bitch; Charles is a Dumb, Aristocratic Hippy; Pippa is a crazed Social Climber; William is Nice, Well-meaning but ineffectual; Harry is thick as a brick but a lovely person who needs mothering; Beatrice and Eugenie are desperate for cash but bad at EVERYTHING: Sarah Ferguson is desperate to get back in favour; Andrew is after £££ and Totty; Edward is utterly useless and will clean windows for cash! I'm a fervent Monarchist, but we Brits have a sense of humour -- especially about OURSELVES. The programme is great fun and totally harmless. I bet the younger Royals think it's great and the older Royals will never see it. I'm just disappointed there are only 12 episodes!!!

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt5692740/reviews

ruthless & savage at times ... nobody is spared. Great fun.

The Windsors Royal Wedding Special review – gloriously brazen satire

They are on a US talkshow. Harry (Richard Goulding) says he has calmed down a lot since meeting Meghan (Kathryn Drysdale). The stag will probably just go nightclub, strip club, casino then brothel. But he may try LSD, too, and he wonders if the zoo would let him fight a leopard. Shame Wills won’t be coming over for it. Nor Rupes, Jono, Grunty, Spunker, Shagmonster, Sir Vomalot or Lord Pissbucket.

Meghan was thinking more along the lines of a wheatgrass juice at a detox spa followed by The Vagina Monologues (“That sounds fantastic!” gushes Harry, having no clue what The Vagina Monologues is). But guess what – one glass of complimentary fizz at the spa while Meghan is in the toilet is the beginning of a slippery slope. At the other end of that slope is Harry in his old SS uniform, locked in a cell with a woman called Amber he ennobled after a few Jägerbombs at Hooters, arrested for urinating off the roof of a police station. Yes, Meghan, with your lovely, shiny hair and American teeth and modern ways: you may get to win the prince, but you don’t get to tame him.

This is one of the brilliant things about Bert Tyler-Moore and George Jeffrie’s comedy: it is relentlessly ruthless, but also a teeny bit affectionate; it actually makes you rather proud of them. They may be ghastly monsters, but they are our ghastly monsters.