"Psst, hey, can you tell me if my presque-zizi is showing?"
Lene Balleby must have read this blog and Royal Dish before dinner last night. The evening's activities were highlighted by Derf and Yrma holding hands very opaquely but without actual intimacy or spontaneity. In the wake of Day Three's mutual hatred between the crown princely couple at the home of an erotic poet, last night's gesture was just as empty and out of tune as Madam's prissy preening in f*ck-me stilettos, tight minidress and overdone smile at a school of all places. Joisuz!
Fake. Self-conscious. Uninterested. Bored. Concerned only with the cameras and her manicure (she switched to a very bogan French mani today). Completely without integrity. Unworthy to be at a human rights museum (General Pinocchio who?). Revolting lack of decency. Leaving everyone in her wake with the impression that Danes are fools and idiots with no personal standards and luscious shoe closets. Way to go, losers.
Photos: Eliseo Fernandez, Martin Høien