***James***
"Gosh. Right now? I feel like royalty. Look at me sitting in this heavily decorated room on a chair probably worth more than my car," Joel says as he sits next to me in a meeting room at Kensington Palace. It is still secure but is not part of any residence so it is perfect for this occasion.
It feels very official and it is strange but welcome, to be involving my good friend in this aspect of my life. Both of us are wearing navy coloured suits for a series of what would appear to be highly formal meetings...but they are with teenage charities.
"You really need a new car, then. But before you can declare yourself as royalty, Joel, your posture needs some heavy work," I tease. He sits up a little straighter and fusses around with what to do with his legs, crossing them and un
