Gosh. I didn’t do a very good job with the photoshopping, did I? That’s what happens when you start your Xmas drinking before you’ve finished your Xmas jobs.
I like the idea of headbutting royalty. For one thing, it would make grand posturing on minor issues between political leaders unnecessary. For another, it would give some value to centuries of investments on metal headgear.
Julia, we were counting on your vote. And the other style leaves me with a horrid mental image of the queen wearing hair rollers and a hairnet whenever she’s out of the public eye. And slippers, probably, propped up on the railing in front of her gas fire. While the rest of Britain wallows in nostalgia by watching Downton Abbey the queen gets away from it all by dressing up as Ena Sharples.
Trond, they’d better not come around here with their head butting.
Stu, I think I did. I think quite a lot of work went into that piece of collaging though you’d never think so from the result.
If the royals were all goats anyway, what would be the problem with having them over for a little friendly pulling of rank and fighting over positions now and then? When it’s too much, you could just lead them to the lake and show them their own reflection.
But the main gain would be official visits. Let the two heads of state meet after catching sight of eachother from opposite ends of the red carpet.
When you mention it, I’ve heard of royal balls, but I haven’t seen any sort of royal dancing, mashed potato or otherwise, on any type of surface. Pomp and circumstantial evidence is all there is.
If the issue here is coiffe quality, I would vote for the before picture.
Unfair. You should see her when she’s been out in the mud.
Gosh. I didn’t do a very good job with the photoshopping, did I? That’s what happens when you start your Xmas drinking before you’ve finished your Xmas jobs.
The reverse is tagged “before” and the adverse “after”. It’s all very confusing.
I like the idea of headbutting royalty. For one thing, it would make grand posturing on minor issues between political leaders unnecessary. For another, it would give some value to centuries of investments on metal headgear.
I prefer the sauvage coiffure style. So I definitely vote goat!
Did you modify the montage so as to conceal the right-hand lower edge of the crown beneath some hair ?
Julia, we were counting on your vote. And the other style leaves me with a horrid mental image of the queen wearing hair rollers and a hairnet whenever she’s out of the public eye. And slippers, probably, propped up on the railing in front of her gas fire. While the rest of Britain wallows in nostalgia by watching Downton Abbey the queen gets away from it all by dressing up as Ena Sharples.
Trond, they’d better not come around here with their head butting.
Stu, I think I did. I think quite a lot of work went into that piece of collaging though you’d never think so from the result.
If the royals were all goats anyway, what would be the problem with having them over for a little friendly pulling of rank and fighting over positions now and then? When it’s too much, you could just lead them to the lake and show them their own reflection.
But the main gain would be official visits. Let the two heads of state meet after catching sight of eachother from opposite ends of the red carpet.
Official visits: That would be great. What works best is if they can dance downhill. You won’t get much drama on a flat surface.
But what about the theater ? Lady Macbeth manages to be dramatic even without doing the Mashed Potato.
I’ve never been privileged to see a performance of the Downhill Mashed Potato. No wonder you enjoy visiting London.
When you mention it, I’ve heard of royal balls, but I haven’t seen any sort of royal dancing, mashed potato or otherwise, on any type of surface. Pomp and circumstantial evidence is all there is.
What I mean to say is, it’s all downhill from here. Give mashed potato balls to the royals! Let the goats dance!
Here is a picture of the Queen doing the Twist (at 0:32).
I’d definitely be among those of the After persuasion.
And Artur, by way of deferential homage —
Young man carrying goat.
Goatscaping in Boston.