King Edmund
Sunday: Your Majesty, in a break from royal tradition, you have decided that instead of staying at the draughty, unheated Balmoral Castle this year, you and 200 of your closest friends are the guests of a dodgy old billionaire at his Caribbean island. Why is that?
King Edmund: I am in fact doing it entirely for the sake of the nation. Certain people have become tired of the formality of the former Queen's Christmas messages. I will therefore be addressing the nation this Christmas Day in a pair of skin-tight mini-trunks from the top of a high-diving board with the heavenly Gail Porter sitting on my shoulders in a fur bikini. I'm sure this will delight the people of Britain and bring joy to the Commonwealth.
Sunday: Sir, given your sometimes robust comments on modern architecture, can you share your thoughts on the Millennium Dome with us?
King Edmund: Certainly, it's the most beautiful and exceptional piece of architecture since the Pathenon, and I will be spending the money that the Prime Minister paid me to answer that on a very fast new car.
Sunday: Now you are King, who would you like to see in the Tower?
King Edmund: Apart from those swines who ripped off the Mitchell brothers in EastEnders?
Sunday: Yes, apart from them?
King Edmund: Well, if ever you actually visit the Tower these days, it's full of foreigners, and that feels about right to me.
Sunday: Are there any old laws or royal privileges you'd like to see brought back?
King Edmund: Three primarily, First, the divine right of kings, which lets you sleep with anyone you see at a party who looks divine. Second, the royal right of the highway, which lets you drive on both sides of the road, nay the pavement even, if it takes your fancy. And third, the right of Kings to answer no more than four questions from any magazine.
Sunday: And our final question is...
King Edmund: Shut Up.