While Taylor Swift is apparently going up and out of her way to keep her romance with Joe Alwyn undetected, she still felt the need to get her press handler to blab about what a good job she’s doing at making us forget they’re dating. A source told E! News about the spy moves that Taylor pulls to spend private time with Joe.
E! News says that even though the two are never seen in public together, Taylor and Joe are most definitely still a thing. Joe lives in London, and the only time they’ve really been seen together was at a Christmas concert in December, but they’re definitely together more than that. A source said:
“Taylor has been in the UK a LOT more than people know. She has the entire routine down pat now.”
It’s really not that neaky. Taylor just flies private and is driven straight to Joe’s house in a car with tinted windows. I mean, that’s some first season Real Housewives Of Beverly Hills-level of security. I got excited thinking Taylor had figured out a way to turn herself into a puddle like in The Secret World Of Alex Mack and slithered her way through London Underground tunnels to get to a dinner date at Mr. Chow. This is just boring! I guess Karlie Kloss fight speculation wasn’t getting the circulation it once did.
Ah, but it gets better…she doesn’t even go through airport terminals, which is really her loss. Half the point of flying is getting bloated on a Cinnabon and red wine while someone cries next to you at the airport bar. The source says that Taylor’s passport gets checked on her jet and “…unless you’re part of her inner circle, you wouldn’t know when she is or isn’t here.” The same source gave more intel:
“Taylor’s met all of Joe’s family. They’ve done many a Sunday roast together — in fact it happens without fail if she’s here over a weekend—and they seem very comfortable around her.”
I really don’t get what the hang-up is with Londoners and their roasts. First, a roast led Prince Harry to bend the knee for Meghan Markle, and now a Sunday roast has Joe’s whole family turning into Swifties. Maybe I should go to London and make a roast…maybe I’ll be lucky and nab Dame Edna!