My friend Allison Mitchell and her friend created this scene. It is PHOTOSHOP, but it is hilarious. My friend Judy Mitchell has the Queen’s arm on her shoulder–HM lost one glove. I am wearing my summer walking trousers. Stephanie is wearing a stocking cap to fight off January chills. Oh my goodness, what a big laugh. Are we having fun or what!
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I found this very amusing. I thought I would share.
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Now that is PATRIOTISM or good marketing! It works for me.
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According to Bill Bryson in AT HOME, Victorian appetites were really comparatively restrained. The golden age of gluttony was actually the eighteenth century. This was the age of John Bull, the most red-faced, overfed, coronary-ready icon ever created by any nation in the hope of impressing other nations. It is perhaps no coincidence that two of the fattest monarchs in British history did a great deal of their eating in the 1700′s. The first was Queen Anne. Although paintings of Anne always tactfully make her look no more than a little fleshy, like one of Rubens’s plump beauties, she was in fact jumbo-sized–”exceedingly gross and corpulent” in the candid words of her former best friend the Duchess of Marlborough. Eventually, Anne grew so stout that she could not go up and down stairs. A trapdoor had to be cut in the floor of her rooms at Windsor Castle through which she was lowered, jerkily and inelegantly, by means of pulleys and a hoist to the state rooms below. It must have been a most remarkable sight to behold. When she died, she was buried in a coffin that was “almost square.” Even more famously enormous was the Prince Regent, the future George IV, whose stomach when let out of its corset reportedly spilled to his knees. By the time he was forty,his waist was more than four feet round.
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BESPOKE THIS — BESPOKE THAT It seems I run into this expression everywhere I go. I know what is intended, but where did such an expression come from? Right! SAVILE ROW Check this out.
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FOR WHAT IT IS WORTH, I LIKE WHAT I READ:
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I have been enjoying my evening reading my father’s letters sent home to the States about his good times in London in the late 1920′s and early 1930′s. From his letters, the times must have been a magical moment, totally unaware of the abyss before them. My father loved to dance, and he adored jazz; he was certainly part of the Jazz Age. Letter after letter tells about how he and his mates went to the fancy dance clubs in Mayfair, but they had their best laughs at the HAMMERSMITH PALAIS DE DANCE which he refers to as the HAMMERSMITH PALACE. He describes the dance bands, the tunes he hummed, and the girls who loved to dance. It must have been a fascinating time when it was all about ballroom dancing, kicking up your heals, and smoking a cigarette and having a glass of champagne. I found a few shots on BRITISH PATHE of the HAMMERSMITH PALAIS DE DANCE; I think the fuzzy images capture the essence of the dance halls. I also learned that during World War II, tanks were manufactured in the building in total security; now the building is gone. I guess the fun times can’t last forever.
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There is one thing about London: the stories are endless.
I agree! BUY IT.
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