Never one to let a bandwagon roll by unmolested, I give you:
Scene. A posh hotel. Exterior. Day.
A Rolls-Royce glides to a standstill at the kerb. A muscular chauffeur gets out and walks to the boot, opens it and pulls out a wheelchair.
He then opens a rear door and lifts out Harvey Price.
As he places Harvey in the wheelchair, Katie Price exits the car looking the epitome of Essex chic.
The chauffeur pushes Harvey to the hotel entrance, with Katie wiggling alongside.
COMMISSIONAIRE:
Poor little sod. Can't he walk, then?
KATIE:
He can, actually. But thank God he doesn't have to.
ENDS.
