All Purls. No Swine.
Those are the last words spoken by Shakespeare's villainous King Richard III, as he desperately dashed about Bosworth Field, just before being hacked to smithereens by by the opposition--the soldiers of Henry Tudor--after which (IRL, now) Richard's naked body was thrown across a horse (presumably not his own) and taken to Leicester, where he was… Continue reading “My Kingdom for a Horse!”
I've mentioned before that I subscribe to only one online "mainstream" publication, and that's The Daily Telegraph. Fond memories from my childhood of its being rolled up in a paper sleeve and posted to us, first in Nigeria, then in the States. Arriving weeks late, but still interesting and informative, and with excellent features and… Continue reading Dear Prince William: Put a Sock in it. Please