The royals looked down on the members of parliament. The members of parliament looked down on the bosses of companies. The bosses of companies looked down on their employees. The employees looked down on the unemployed. The unemployed looked down on the tramps, the homeless. By definition, there was no way on this planet that a royal would look at a tramp. If so it would probably be to order a subordinate to shoot them as they were offending the eyes. This was Clement's reasoning, even though he knew it would not strictly have been the case, it was perhaps close.

Yet, he, and a thousand other tramps before him had accepted their place in life. This was who they were, and that was that. Although in their minds they would always dream of higher things. A trophy wife. Millions in the bank, a private jet and island. They couldn't get much lower, so in his philosophy, the only way was up.