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News, but not the serious kind
“Sis, I was looking in the attic at the Palace yesterday, and you won’t believe what I found! I opened this old hatbox, and there was Anne Boleyn’s head!
“I’m serious! It’s shrunk, but it’s still about this big, and it really stinks!
“I guess after Henry chopped it off back in 1536, he just kept it as a souvenir…
“Hey Sis, look at Ma! She’s really pissed! She doesn’t like to hear about gross stuff…
Blog Guy, I’m a loyal reader living in Scotland, and I need fashion advice. Can you recommend some good shoes for a knight out?
So you’re looking for stylish evening footwear?
No, I mean KNIGHT, not night! My boyfriend is a professional knight, and when he picks me up for a date in full armor, I like to look like I belong with him.
Quick quiz: This man, the heir to an actual throne in a place I bet you’ve heard of, is giggling like a simpleton over…
a) A Ricky Gervais stand-up performance
b) A Monty Python reunion show
c) A public reading of selected items from this blog
d) A tug of war
Sadly, it’s the tug of war, but there is more you need to know.
Prince Charles is attending some Highland games up in northern Scotland, and I guess a good tug of war is just about all they have to brighten their bleak lives up there.
Hey Blog Guy? I saw an interesting Reuters story yesterday about people in London putting on period outfits and heading to the air raid shelters for evenings of Blitz nostalgia. You know the Blitz, when Hitler’s Luftwaffe bombers terrorized London.
Indeed I do. My father was in London during the Blitz.
Really! Where was he living?
Was that nice?
No, in those days it was the pits.
Your dad was at the Ritz in the Blitz but it was the pits?
Yeah. They took some bad hits.
What a nightmare!
Yes. For months he had fits.
How did they even get through all that?
Living by their wits.
Were there ANY happy moments?
Only one. To this day, Dad remembers going to a USO dance and meeting a raven-haired beauty. She had gorgeous…
Okay, I’m finished. I used to love going out to nice restaurants with Queen Elizabeth., but I’m afraid I just don’t have the patience anymore.
I mean, she’s a very nice person and she’s good about splitting the check and everything, but who died and made her queen? There are just too many hassles.
Blog Guy, I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of seeing photos of world leaders and their bodyguards. You can always spot them, and they just look menacing. Isn’t there a better way to protect important people?
Indeed there is. This man is Boris Johnson, the Mayor of London, with the guards who travel with him.
Well, you really screwed up this time, Blog Guy!
You’re talking about yesterday’s posting, right?
You bet. You got all up on your high horse about the British elections, and made it sound like the Europeans are barbaric because they dissolve governments and hang parliaments. Like the U.S.A. is so much more civilized.
I know. Don’t rub it in.
So what happens? That VERY afternoon I go to the lead story on reuters.com, and what do you think I see?