Spot Of Tea?

i was hanging out in the studio lobby with freddie. we were waiting for everyone to arrive so they could start recording. fred was looking through a people magizine that they kept in stock on the tables near the couch. fred read aloud "sir eisinhower ludwig III was spotted having tea with the president of australia sunday afternoon." he mocked the article, reading it with a british accent. "sir eisinhower ludwig? yeah, thats something i wanna scream during sex." i said, sarcastically of course. fred laughed, suprised at my comment "what?!" "i was kidding.." he laughed harder "i know i know." he turned the page. "hey, no! go back! i wanna see what this ludwig fellow looks like." i told him. he turned back to the previous page and pointed to a picture of a man in a blue suit with a clean shaved face and short balding hair on his head. "look at his nose! its huge!" i laughed. his nose looked like a beak on a pelican. "hi, im eisinhower ludwig the third, and i have a big nose. i cant dress myself either! just look at my bow tie!" fred said in a british accent. i read the title of the article aloud " prince ludwig of germany.. fred! he's german! not british. get it right" he laughed "i dont care! still funny.."