Have a pint for me, and do stay away from those second-story windows.
Richard III, the last Plantagenet king of England.
He was a much maligned man, part of it being Tudor propaganda spiel but playwrights have to make their living too in some way or another.
Anyhow, today we had the procession of his bones received by Leicester Cathedral, from Leicester Car Park (formerly known as Greyfriars Church). It was an oddly heartwarming affair. (The current strain of the Saxe-Coburg & Gothas were notable by their absence, funny that.)
His descendant, a Canadian carpenter, made his oak coffin:
I will miss out on the actual burial on Thursday as i'm off in the morgen for a week to the land of beer and defenestration (a much deserved break).
Richard is the first king who earnt a shiny new royal epithet a few centuries posthumously. (And not even a bad one, considering Alfonso The Slobberer, Childeric The Idiot, or Eystein The Fart (< that was an 8th c. king of Norway) and the likes: http://mentalfloss.com/article/58623/60-historys-strangest-royal-epithets)
Hail the Car Park King!
(I have a soft spot for the Plantagenets / Anjous, can't help it :/ ) All together now:
(^ that was my mum's buddy in times bygone. Dead now.)
No casualties yet, might do a round of segway-tipping and snapping those wretched selfie sticks in half and beating the shit out of the owners with the remnants on the Shabes. Fuckin chinks everywhere taking selfies on segways. Will get Gribley to record it.
Buying some travel-sized Golems tomorrow, see if i can hitch a 2-for-1 deal (or even 3-for-2, shall it come to that... :/ )