Buckingham Palace, after a long day waving the Queen has got her ermine lined slippers in, racing post at her side, corgis at her feet and her favourite tipple Gin and Dubonnet in her hand.
She reaches to the small table by her side and rings a dainty handbell. In a matter of seconds a footman appears
“You rang your Majesty?”
“Yes Jeeves, can I ask you a question?”
“Of course your Majesty, what is it?”
“Tell me Jeeves, who the feck is Marcus Rashford?”