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June 10, 2011

Speaking Out The Royal Patootie


Philip and Elizabeth met in 1934 when Elizabeth was 13 years old at the wedding of Philip's cousin, Princess Marina of Greece. It was love at first sight for Elizabeth and she started writing letters to Philip. The first photograph of the couple together was taken in 1939.

They became secretly engaged in 1946. Because of her age, her family at first opposed her marriage to Philip, but relented. Their engagement was officially announced on July 9, 1947. Elizabeth and Philip were married on November 20, 1947 at Westminster Abbey in London, England.
After sixty-four years the Queen hasn't killed him yet. The following are some excerpts from a Daily Mail article on the Prince's Bidenesque utterances.
Do you still throw spears at each other?’ To Aboriginal leader William Brin during a visit to the Aboriginal Cultural Park in Queensland, 2002.
It's actually known as "Outback Frisby."
How do you keep the natives off the booze long enough to pass the test?’ To a Scottish driving instructor in 1995.
The Prince was clairvoyant in making a future reference to the reason why Scotland was deemed the "Country Where You Are Most Likely To Get Knocked On Your Ass" by the United Nations.
If it has got four legs and it is not a chair, if it has got two wings and it flies but is not an aeroplane, and if it swims and it is not a submarine, the Cantonese will eat it.’ To a meeting of the World Wildlife Fund in 1986.
Oh pother! Just add a reference to armpits and assholes and I heard the same thing about my wife's Italian relatives.
‘If it doesn’t fart or eat hay, she isn’t interested.’ On his daughter, Princess Anne.
I tried it. It's much, much harder than you think. I found out it's all in the sequence. Start with the hay.

4 comments:

Big Vicar said...

Always start with the hay.

sig94 said...

Lord knows I've tried otherwise.

Andy said...
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Andy said...

Ah, HRH Prince Phillip... Behold, a man in which there is no guile. He makes me long for the day when we simply said WTH instead of getting our politically correct knickers in a knot.