Although I am known as a purveyor of sophisticated wit and intellectual discourse to the massed minions of the internet (hem hem), I admit that my sense of humour can be very childish indeed. Those who know me well will need no proof of this, but I'm going to show you some anyway.
Exhibit A:
While browsing the fascinating archives of LIFE magazine once again, I stumbled across a report on the taking of the Stone of Scone from Westminster Abbey in 1950. The story was accompanied by this handy diagram, showing how the intruders managed to remove the rock in question:
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Now, I've seen Westminster Abbey many times, but never cut down to quite such suggestive proportions. But if you're having trouble seeing the source of my amusement, I've prepared this rather less subtle version of the getaway:
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Call me avant-garde, but perhaps William and Kate ought to examine the floorplan for their upcoming wedding at the Abbey and perhaps have an extra exit installed at the most prominent spot? After all, there's nothing like a bit of crude fertility symbolism to liven up a major public occasion, is there?
Exhibit B:
Take a cruel and unusual historical bloodsport, throw in some astonishing mental images and a hefty measure of double entendre, and what do you get? Fox tossing, that's what.* Don't miss the brilliantly surreal artist's impression.
With some subtle use of CGI and animatronics, I reckon this could make a BBC costume drama to remember. Think Cranford with vermin-flinging! After all, when wild boars meet hooped skirts, anything could happen.
* Those who follow me on Twitter may have seen this already, so sorry about that. I blame the recession, forcing me into public acts of double-dipping.
Exhibit A:
While browsing the fascinating archives of LIFE magazine once again, I stumbled across a report on the taking of the Stone of Scone from Westminster Abbey in 1950. The story was accompanied by this handy diagram, showing how the intruders managed to remove the rock in question:
Now, I've seen Westminster Abbey many times, but never cut down to quite such suggestive proportions. But if you're having trouble seeing the source of my amusement, I've prepared this rather less subtle version of the getaway:
Call me avant-garde, but perhaps William and Kate ought to examine the floorplan for their upcoming wedding at the Abbey and perhaps have an extra exit installed at the most prominent spot? After all, there's nothing like a bit of crude fertility symbolism to liven up a major public occasion, is there?
Exhibit B:
Take a cruel and unusual historical bloodsport, throw in some astonishing mental images and a hefty measure of double entendre, and what do you get? Fox tossing, that's what.* Don't miss the brilliantly surreal artist's impression.
With some subtle use of CGI and animatronics, I reckon this could make a BBC costume drama to remember. Think Cranford with vermin-flinging! After all, when wild boars meet hooped skirts, anything could happen.
* Those who follow me on Twitter may have seen this already, so sorry about that. I blame the recession, forcing me into public acts of double-dipping.