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Today is a special day for the Brits.
It is the State opening of Parliament…
All the troops are marched out, bands are pooping out the usual melodies, horses are groomed and trotting in line, chomping at the bit…

This is what all that practice in the park has been for, why all the Beef Eaters have been eating their beef…
It puts a shine on ‘ buttons and ever mans well-groomed shoes.
It puts the brilliance in British.

Let the show begin.
And God, do the Brits know how to do drama!

Everything is organised to the minute in this ceremony.
(I was very honoured to attend it two years ago)

Bling it on!

All people have a role, a timing, an action, a position and posture to go with it. (dont forget the tiara’s on the ladies of the lords)
The guards come to clear the perimeter, the Beef Eaters (Yeomen of the Guard) repeat the same to check for explosives and bring on the Bling.
Then all people are made ready for the arrival of Lizzie and her gang.
(in the meantime Mr. Black Rod (not Rod Stewart) goes to ask/order the Commons to common-on over to the house if lords. Lizzie cant do this herself as 1. she is busy, 2. they wont listen to her anyway)

You go girl!

Then Lizzie pops on her hat takes a deep breath and gets ready to face the music.
(not her own music either… and she has to read it in one tone to remain neutral…)

Even if it is in a self-effacing way the Brits are extremely proud of their lands and culture and on a day like this you can see it in its brightest form. Or forgive me… ehrm Hierarchy in its purest form.
This is a court in full action, doing exactly what it has been doing for millennia.

It is an amazing sight to behold.
Every one at court has a wand/rod/mace representing the length and the width of their power/authority.

And guess who has the biggest one?

Does size really matter? How Common...

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Dear Men,

This post will be less interesting for you.
Unless you need some sort of help in your judgement…

One of the most amazing finds in the UK, that has actually improved my general quality of life was:

Believe me, they will really change your life.

For anyone who doesnt know R&P , please check them at 1:01 in:

(nice detail: the fighting fountains at 1:41 is actually in the garden of my earlier Park Post)

R&P actually isn’t really a shop, it is an institution.
How can an underwear shop, without much underwear on show be so successful that even Queen Lizzy II is a fan?

They do the best bra fittings in the world!
You pick a number and wait in line, after which the lead you into a separate booth (including a silk kimono). Here the expert staff can just tell your exact size by just looking at you. So no hands or tape measures, just real expertise.

Squeeze into this one baby...

They then ask you what it is you need (and how much you have to spend), which they will subsequently produce in your size from a large wall filled from top to bottom with deep drawers.

If only I would have known about this place since I was a teenager, it would have saved me many years of bad underwear.

It gets even better if you need ‘construction work’ for elaborate evening gowns…
Ranging from corsets for strapless numbers or hidden construction for semi transparent summer dresses etc. etc. (they give advice on everything, did you know red underwear is invisible under white clothes?)

Occasionally you will see a man sitting in the waiting cue. I always wonder what they are waiting for… For advice on a present for a loved one, or may be a little something for themselves?!

It is amazing to be in a place that is entirely demand/requirement/quality driven.

I guess I will have to come back for their support often.

Magic Knickers...

Additionally I will have to miss brilliant British words like ‘Knickers’...

Pants is just Pants…

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