In her latest Spectator column about Wimbledon, Pippa Middleton confesses to hiding her tipsiness with sunglasses while she’s courtside, further proof that she’s the Prince Harry of the Middleton girls (why can’t they just make out already?). She writes:
Pimm’s has become so identified with the tennis ‘brand’ that it’s a cliché — but that doesn’t stop it from being absolutely delicious, essential drinking in fact. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy a Pimm’s or three when I’m watching a game. Only pints will do, frankly, since half the glass is ice anyway. (For tips on how to make ice, may I refer you to my book Celebrate?) I try to smuggle mine under my chair and sip it when the cameras aren’t on me. Oversized sunglasses help the disguise, and mean I can nod off unnoticed after one too many Pimm’s in the sun.
So the Celebrate plug is rather sad, and maybe she’s angling for a crate of free Pimm’s or something, but there’s no doubt that she’d be more fun to drink with than Kate, who’d probably just ask for water and make you feel like a guilty, sloppy drunk just for napping in public.