Resplendent in a cast-off Aer Fungus uniform, Lizzie planted a sapling to a fanfare from the Ruritanian Marching Boys. They don't half have her walking around a lot, ye'd think they could have rustled up an old golf buggy for her and Phil. I mean ffs, they're a pair of pensioners. Cowen must be gutting himself; but for an accident of timing, the frog-faced little fucker would be shaking Lizzie's hand himself. So, it's not all bad.