When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won." "Fair is foul, and foul is fair."
It came as a bit of a shock to see that the Bishop of Newcastle has stopped dying her hair.
However, at yesterday's State Opening of Parliament the entire show was stolen by "The First Girlfriend" (but possibly not the last!) sporting her headband. For all the world she looked dressed for a funeral (my Great Aunt Violet used to wear that kind of "hat" to church way back in the 1950s) - highly appropriate headgear for what the Attorney General has described as the "Dead Parliament"
MACBETH Saw you the weird sisters? LENNOX No, my lord. MACBETH Came they not by you? LENNOX No, indeed, my lord. MACBETH Infected be the air whereon they ride; And damn'd all those that trust them!
Time, thou anticipat’st my dread exploits. The flighty purpose never is o'ertook Unless the deed go with it. From this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand.
When shall we three meet again
ReplyDeleteIn thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won."
"Fair is foul, and foul is fair."
Er, aren't there FOUR lady diocesans pictured?
DeleteWhere's + Libby Derby, thus making it FIVE?
It came as a bit of a shock to see that the Bishop of Newcastle has stopped dying her hair.
However, at yesterday's State Opening of Parliament the entire show was stolen by "The First Girlfriend" (but possibly not the last!) sporting her headband. For all the world she looked dressed for a funeral (my Great Aunt Violet used to wear that kind of "hat" to church way back in the 1950s) - highly appropriate headgear for what the Attorney General has described as the "Dead Parliament"
i thought of changing it to "we four", and then dismissed it as just pedantry.
DeleteHow people look and sex? Seriously Father. Get a grip.
DeletePalace of Westminster annual Vicars & Tarts party, no fancy dress required.
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ReplyDeleteSaw you the weird sisters?
LENNOX
No, my lord.
MACBETH
Came they not by you?
LENNOX
No, indeed, my lord.
MACBETH
Infected be the air whereon they ride;
And damn'd all those that trust them!
Time, thou anticipat’st my dread exploits.
DeleteThe flighty purpose never is o'ertook
Unless the deed go with it. From this moment
The very firstlings of my heart shall be
The firstlings of my hand.
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I am playing Mother Christmas in Harrods, and where are you three going?
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Join us on the primrose path to disaster.
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PP Ermine on the side of episcopal feminisation of church and state.
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ReplyDelete+London speaking under her breath: psst, remember to put your expense claims in today ladies.
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