Well - Bred Horses?

Buckingham Palace said Tuesday that Queen Elizabeth II would not attend the civil marriage ceremony of her son Prince Charles and Camilla Parker Bowles -- but that her absence should not be interpreted as a snub...............BBC News


Oh the pain of it. The cringing pain of being a Britt this week, when every way you turn, events conspire to make us the Joke of Europe.
The sad saga of Jug Ears and His beloved Horse-Face continues to roll into the depths of depraved farce as the Royals recoil in blue-blooded distaste. Licence the royal chapel and let the common mobs in?
Never, never shall the hoi polloi stick their grubby plebeian feet within the precincts of Windsor castle, never shall they also have the right to hand fast their grubby paws within the bonds of matrimony in the royal chapel of St George!

So orrf Jug Ears and his missus jolly well go to the common registry office, which happens to be in a rather grand town hall.
So now Mrs Queen is not amused by a civil marriage. And dad, who never likes anything, isn’t amused either.
Deary me, deary me... the English legal experts being many aeons behind the 21st century throw in the stink bomb.

Might not be legal, mu’ learned friends.....*Gulp*

All this in a week when the world is treated to newscasts of red faced whiskery men and women, (lets face it they all look the same) baying in well bred horsy voices that they will fight to the end to protect their right of killing and savaging one small wild animal.

I sometimes wonder if the upper classes of England have interbred with horses, the resemblance is so strong

A Gallic correspondent of mine remarked with Gallic restraint that it was hard to understand why these peculiar people hunted an animal, not intended for consumption.

I won’t digress into the subject of totally illegal food substances being poured into our daily grub.
We have enough to worry about all ready.