Posted on 04/04/2005 8:51:30 AM PDT by quidnunc
I yield to no one in my admiration for this great republic, but I’m a subject of Her Britannic Majesty and there are moments when the whole monarchy deal just falls into place for me. One of them occurred the other day, when the Queen hosted a reception at Buckingham Palace for the “British music industry.” This wasn’t “British music” as in Sir William Walton and Sir Edward Elgar, but the usual leathery old caterwaulers — though most of them now have knighthoods, too: Sir Elton John, Sir Mick Jagger, Sir Paul McCartney, etc.
So Her Majesty found herself in a room of legendary rock guitarists, and apparently hadn’t a clue who they were. Introduced to Eric Clapton, she politely enquired, “Have you been playing a long time?” Passing on to Led Zeppelin’s Jimmy Page, the Queen asked, “And are you a guitarist, too?”
Full disclosure: I confess to a certain antipathy to Mr. Clapton. Years ago, I was nominated for a radio award and wound up losing to a BBC production, The Eric Clapton Story. Okay, even fuller disclosure: I didn’t lose to The Eric Clapton Story, I lost to The Eric Clapton Story Part 4, which is even more humiliating. If memory serves, Part 4 was the episode with “Layla” in it.
So I envy the Queen her blissful ignorance of the rock colossus. That’s what I call real cool. By contrast, consider Vice President Al Gore meeting Courtney Love at a Hollywood fundraiser: “I’m a really big fan,” gushed the vice-panderer. Ms. Love, to her credit, scoffed, “Yeah, right. Name a song.”
If the Queen is “a big fan” of any popular vocal artiste, she’s keeping it under her crown. The poor fellow most often on the receiving end is a guy called Mick Hucknall, lead singer of Simply Red, who were big for 20 minutes in the late Eighties. He gets presented to Her Majesty every couple of years and, regular as clockwork, she immediately responds, “And what do you do?” …
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"Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime"
Hopefully some of the Queen's genes have passed to her grandchildren. They often skip a generation I hear....
True indeed but unfortunately, all the way to the bank.
The son of the queen is a sure thing. The son of a prince could have anyone as a father.
Nah. All that rubbish about Prince Harry being illegitimate is all BS. The timelines do not correllate at all and even James Hewitt will admit this.
I'm sure he would have won the award over the Eric Clapton story pt 4 if it had been in the time frame of Slowhand or 451 Ocean Blvd. Bbbbooorrriinnnggg.
Derek and the Dominos, with Duane Allman, awesome.
BTTT
"Wondering what clothes to wear
Wondering what clothes to wear
Wondering what clothes to wear"
"Honey"
"Yeah?"
"Knock it off."
OMG, that commercial is hysterical.
I love that commercial!
I didn't know that it was asserted about prince harry. If he was a simple blood test and DNA check could reveal it.
I was speaking in general. That is why the talmud requires that any jew be descended from a jewish mother.
Ah I see!
Now that line almost made me spew my morning coffee! Terrific response someone otherwise tragically deranged.
I'm a tie-dyed Deadhead, and didn't Al-baby profess to being one also? The only thing that saved me from having to burn all my tees when I heard that, was the knowledge that Ann Coulter is a fellow Deadhead too.
At Heathrow Airport in England, a 300-foot red carpet
was stretched out to Air Force One and President Bush
strode to a warm but dignified handshake from Queen
Elizabeth II.
They rode in a silver 1934 Bentley to the edge of
central London where they boarded an open 17th century
coach hitched to six magnificent white horses.
As they rode toward Buckingham Palace, each looking to
their side and waving to the thousands of cheering
Britons lining the streets, all was going well. This
was indeed a glorious display of pageantry and
dignity.
Suddenly the scene was shattered when the right rear
horse let rip the most horrendous, earth-shattering,
eye-smarting blast of flatulence, and the coach
immediately filled with noxious fumes. Uncomfortable,
but maintaining control, the two dignitaries did their
best to ignore the whole incident, but then the Queen
decided that was a ridiculous manner with which to
handle a most embarrassing situation.
She turned to Mr. Bush and explained, "Mr. President,
please accept my regrets. I'm sure you understand that
there are some things even a Queen cannot control."
George W., ever the Texas gentleman, replied, "Your
Majesty, please don't give the matter another thought.
You know, if you hadn't said something I would have
assumed it was one of the horses."
I like your emoticon. That's ssssooo cute! Goes well with the joke too. :)
I'm sorry! I laughed myself silly when I rec'd the joke last week. Couldn't find a place to share it with other freepers until I saw this post. :)
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