David Icke is a Liar

I've always found it hard to believe David Icke's theory that politicians and heads of industry are reptilian humanoids, mainly because I attended British public schools for much of my childhood and spent a lot of time hanging out with their retarded, chinless, pot smoking spawn.



A total, final debunking of this theory occurred this weekend when Chris and I went to this party in Hampshire that we probably didn't deserve to be at given our poor breeding, poor social skills and actual poorness. Prince Harry was there with his girlfriend, he had the shittest pirate costume (shitter than my substandard chicken costume- I was the cheapest looking of three chickens at the party) and he really just looked like a slightly chubby toff, he asked me for a lighter but I didn't have one, I could hear him talking about rugby, he didn't strike me as a smart kid at all. His girlfriend, on the other hand, is way hotter in real life than in photos, but she looked totally dead behind the eyes. She kept shouting at Harry that she wanted to dance, he wasn't interested so she danced on her own, will I get sued if I say she looked like maybe she'd been doing coke? I doubt they care about stupid bloggers -anyway, my point is they weren't reptiles they were dopey toffs like everyone else at the party, harmless in a kind of "...and what do you do?" (firm handshake/generous smile/look of genuine interest) "Oh, a plumber? Well done..." sort of way.