Which British monarch would you actually want to have a pint with?

Loud, lavish and dangerously charismatic. He'd buy every round, sing every chorus, and possibly behead you by closing time.

Witty, multilingual and ruthlessly clever. Expect cutting one-liners about your love life and a masterclass in political shade.

She'd judge your trousers, demand a stiff gin, and shock you with surprisingly filthy gossip about her ministers.

Restoration London's biggest hedonist. Spaniels under the table, actresses on his arm, and absolutely no judgement of your life choices.

He'd spend the entire evening defending himself against Shakespeare and insisting those nephews were fine, honestly.