The Queen and Phil the Greek are sitting in bed reading the Sunday newspapers.
The Queen tuts.
QUEEN
Oh dear, not again. Why is it one can never open the newspapers these days without seeing revealing photo's of one's own family.
PHIL
It's the new generation, my dear, I don't understand what they stand to gain from it all.
QUEEN
It's the publicity, Phillip, they just seem to crave the cheap publicty, you'd think they'd have enough of it all by now, wouldn't you?
Moments later Phil is in the en-suite dialling on his mobile.
JACOBS (On the phone)
Hello, Rutherford and Jacobs, photographer to the royals, Jacobs speaking.
PHIL
Hello, George, it's Phil. You remember that little Kenyan jaunt me and Liz went on shortly after our honeymoon?
JACOBS
The one with you and topless snake ladies and the Masai strippagram with the 14" dong?
PHIL
Yes,that's the one.
Phil looks through the crack of the door to ensure the Queen isn't listening.
PHIL
You didn't happen to keep the negatives did you?