Inkonvenience.
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smokingbootDuring these 100 days of mourning, we can at least find comfort in our future king, whose 70 years of training do not fail him at moments of supreme difficulty.
Charles has a foe we little imagined. Unless this feud has been ongoing and no-one told us, it began a couple of days back, when His Majesty was faced with an implacable logistical battle the like of which would have tested the wisdom of Alfred the Great, the shrewdness of Elizabeth I and the stoicism of Victoria all together.
Small table, papers to sign. Inkpot, pen tray, pen tray, inkpot, which to go, which to stay, what to do, oh what to do, with the tiny tormenting table probably placed there by secret republicans? Like Henry V at Agincourt, our sovereign faces the challenge. (https://people.com/royals/king-charles-iii-inkpot-gift-sons-frustrates-him-signs-royal-proclamation/) Yes, yes, remove that impertinent pen tray at once, no, wait, his majesty's done but wandered off with the pen, now what shall we do? Back comes the baffled pentray for William. What we need is a miniature pen shuttle service to and from the tiny table, to facilitate a smooth transition of pen usage. New technology for a new age perhaps. But at least His Majesty keeps his composure, as we see at about 0:42 here from another, less dutifully edited, angle.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhV2082VhPA
Noble indeed. Nothing like a frantic goat impersonation to reassure the world that you're absolutely not flustered by a table with some stuff on it. But, as Edward Longshanks learned, so too His Majesty must realise that enemies are not so easily vanquished, nay, they can return when least expected. Here, some affronted chirographic imp brings vengeance by leaking like the tears of laughter from my eyes.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUWcyqOm8AY
Where to begin with this? First he gets the date wrong, then he hates the pen, then there is this clucking and scuttling of aides, as he hands the pen to Camilla and wanders off muttering something about 'every stinking time.'
I fell apart. Every stinking time? Is this an ongoing problem then? And when a pen leaks, is the solution to dump it on your wife and leave the room, muttering imprecations of loathing to yourself? She wipes her fingers like a normal person, then signs whatever she is supposed to sign, while he, I don't know, runs away to contact Laurens Van Der Post via seance.
Truly, I didn't expect much from Charles, but if he carries on like this, I may have to tune in more often. Even though I suspect a variety of possessed pens are trying to tell us he's inkapable, and his government's inkompetent.
Yes, yes, I'll shut up now.
Charles has a foe we little imagined. Unless this feud has been ongoing and no-one told us, it began a couple of days back, when His Majesty was faced with an implacable logistical battle the like of which would have tested the wisdom of Alfred the Great, the shrewdness of Elizabeth I and the stoicism of Victoria all together.
Small table, papers to sign. Inkpot, pen tray, pen tray, inkpot, which to go, which to stay, what to do, oh what to do, with the tiny tormenting table probably placed there by secret republicans? Like Henry V at Agincourt, our sovereign faces the challenge. (https://people.com/royals/king-charles-iii-inkpot-gift-sons-frustrates-him-signs-royal-proclamation/) Yes, yes, remove that impertinent pen tray at once, no, wait, his majesty's done but wandered off with the pen, now what shall we do? Back comes the baffled pentray for William. What we need is a miniature pen shuttle service to and from the tiny table, to facilitate a smooth transition of pen usage. New technology for a new age perhaps. But at least His Majesty keeps his composure, as we see at about 0:42 here from another, less dutifully edited, angle.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhV2082VhPA
Noble indeed. Nothing like a frantic goat impersonation to reassure the world that you're absolutely not flustered by a table with some stuff on it. But, as Edward Longshanks learned, so too His Majesty must realise that enemies are not so easily vanquished, nay, they can return when least expected. Here, some affronted chirographic imp brings vengeance by leaking like the tears of laughter from my eyes.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUWcyqOm8AY
Where to begin with this? First he gets the date wrong, then he hates the pen, then there is this clucking and scuttling of aides, as he hands the pen to Camilla and wanders off muttering something about 'every stinking time.'
I fell apart. Every stinking time? Is this an ongoing problem then? And when a pen leaks, is the solution to dump it on your wife and leave the room, muttering imprecations of loathing to yourself? She wipes her fingers like a normal person, then signs whatever she is supposed to sign, while he, I don't know, runs away to contact Laurens Van Der Post via seance.
Truly, I didn't expect much from Charles, but if he carries on like this, I may have to tune in more often. Even though I suspect a variety of possessed pens are trying to tell us he's inkapable, and his government's inkompetent.
Yes, yes, I'll shut up now.
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Date: 2022-09-15 07:18 am (UTC)Lord knows what she was teaching him all these years.
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