Things Ye Rarely Hear The Queene Say

All right - Who's committed Treason this week? Hands up!

We know we already *own* Wales... We merely wish to invade it again to stay in practice.

In sooth We have never seen a drop-spindle of such girth before! And with such intricate carving!

We daresay "Greensleeves" is too a drinking song! Our father was certes drunk when he wrote it!

And now a drinking trick I did learn from my good father, King Henry (God Rest His Soul)...

We shall play at trap shooting! Fetch the cannon! Fetch the trebuchet!

We have been in the land of Wales for a fortnight and have yet to see even one of the blasted creatures. We had been assured this is where they come from.

England doth require a pony. A red one. With a pretty saddle.

It is too bright for our pale countenance. Hang canopies over all of London. Immediately!

Remember, if We sit upon it, it is ours. That includes people.

England has been quite naughty and is in desperate need of a spanking.

England decrees that as of this moment, our cousin France shall be known as "Poopy Head Droopy Britches".

England has just sat upon something... buzzy.

Good afternoon, Your Eminence. How hangs the Hammer?