It behoves me to assist those readers of a foreign persuasion, and also those a little slow on the uptake (that just about covers every bugger, Ed.) to explain the contents of the document whose image is currently circulating on the electric internet concerning the forthcoming shitfest in the UK.
For most of us, when informed about, and invited to, a wedding, a simple “Fuck off, I will be busy watching television” is an adequate and concise response, but dear old Lizzie Saxe-Coburg-Gotha – one of the few people old enough to remember how to use Microsoft Paint – has to make a song and dance about it.
I shall endeavour to explain some of the quaint terms and usages:
“ElizabethR”: The R stands for “Richards”. This is a throwback to the happy days she spent playing the part of Mrs Richards in Fawlty Towers. Even now, she affects to be deaf, if only to irritate the shit out of Phil.
“Our other Realms and Territories”: These days, the Scilly Isles and Lindisfarne (when the tide is out).
“To all to whom these Presents shall come”: ‘Oi! You lot’, would be more concise and easier to comprehend. There are no presents. Young Hal will be lucky if she slips him a fiver on the day, her parsimony being the stuff of legend.
The Great Seal:
(come on, some readers expect this sort of thing).
(That’s enough catering for the lowest common denominator, Ed.)
“Know Ye that We”: She refers to herself as more than one person. You will have to consult a Freudian about that, beats the shit out of me. As for the Know Ye bit, let’s just call it rhetoric, out of kindness.
“Our Most Dearly Beloved Grandson”: she can’t abide the other fuckers.
(This time for the younger readers)
“Signed with her own hand”: She keeps the hands of several people who have got on the wrong side of her, in a drawer in her living room. When she uses one of those hands to sign, then the writing becomes even less comprehensible.
I will not go into all of the dialogue that has beset me these last few months about declining my invitation. Suffice it so say that I was not influenced by the prospect of having to sit immediately behind Anne Laurence and her legendary flatulence, as has been reported in some of the media.