Henry VII
He was always my favourite king. Here was a man who brought an end to a century and a half of destructive civil war. A man who re-organised the royal finances so that, on his death, big bearded son Henry VIII had enough cash to wage joyous war on the French. And a man who, with the simple gesture of taking on Royal pretender Lambert Simnel into his household as a cook after his failed uprising, sent a measured and layered message to those who sought to take his throne; I'm so not fucking bothered by you shower of shits that I'll even give your cowed and beaten poster boy a job in my kitchens.

I was therefore even happier than I otherwise would've been on the occasion of fucking my girlfriend on the site of the Battle of Bosworth Field on a glorious summers day. I paid copious homage to the monarch at the site of the victory that gave him the English throne, before wiping the excess homage on my jeans.
(Light, Sun 26 Apr 2009, 19:32, 2 replies)

Edu-ma-cational
*click* for the impromptu history lesson
( chart cat has an itch, Mon 27 Apr 2009, 7:05, closed)

I've learnt something today
*click*

For patriotism on the week of our saints day!
(Eggstrovert isnt patronising you...honest..., Mon 27 Apr 2009, 10:17, closed)