Pink tights would be a little bit draughty in the valleys

IT seems the rumour that Nutflix were abandoning The Crown for a remake of Men in Kilts starring Nicholas Witchell as Charles III was a hoax.

The allegedly planned Kings in Kilts series had promised an insight into the relationships between royalty and the Scots.

Indeed, as a royal prince Charles had enjoyed many a wee dram with his bonnie lass at the Prickly Thistle after a bout of caber tossing, downing a few partridge on the moorland, stone skimming on the loch and hurling the haggis at the local serfs.

Simple pleasures such as these no doubt attracted George IV 200 years ago to Edinburgh, which seemed to reinvent the tartan when it was proclaimed that all gentlemen should appear at the King’s Highland ball in a kilt.

Presumably he was aware that the ancient Highland costume was generally regarded as the dress of savage mountain thieves.

It turned out to be a fashion faux-pas as the King was mercilessly caricatured for wearing his kilt too short and sporting a pair of sheer pink silk tights.

Apparently in Edinburgh “an army of workmen was engaged to clean the streets and to knock down ruinous buildings”.

The good people of Llandaff in Cardiff also recently found out that their streets were good enough for them but not for the new King.

Yet when Mark Drakeford made a suggestion about the planned investiture former Secretary of State for Wales, London-born David Jones, advised him to “keep his nose out of the King’s business”.

Perhaps he had not realised that it is quite difficult for us in Wales to keep our noses out of the King’s business when the Crown Estate and Duchy of Lancaster owns 65% of the Welsh foreshore and riverbed and more than 50,000 acres of land including Ogmore Castle, Tintern Abbey, Plynlimon Estate in the Cambrian Mountains and the Wildfowl and Wetland Centre, near Llanelli.

However, it seems all that Mark Drakeford was advising was that perhaps a kilt, even with thick pink tights, would be a little draughty when the wind whistles down those Welsh valleys.