I just saw this? Have I not seen this in my fiction ‘The Royal Janitor’ and my last post?
Jon ‘The Seer’
The Queen’s House Cavalry consists of seven regiments, split into the Mounted Guards and the Foot Guards. During each Trooping the Colour ceremony, one from among the Foot Guard regiments takes its turn presenting its regimental colors down the ranks.
Historically, a regiment’s colors were used as a rallying point on the battlefield. During Trooping the Colour, the regiments carry the Queen’s colors – resplendent in crimson silk and a union flag design with a central gold circle bearing the regiment’s name – along with their own regimental colors.
The centerpiece of London’s season of festivities is this Saturday, when the country honors Queen Elizabeth’s birthday with the annual Trooping the Colour ceremony – and it’s one of the most spectacular royal events of the year.
The grand military parade, which takes place in June in hopes of favorable weather – despite the fact that high temperatures often result in fainting spells for at least a few unlucky bear-fur-garbed guards – is a national statement of pageantry to celebrate each British monarch’s official birthday, although Her Majesty’s actual birth date is April 21.
Being part Dutch, and able to trace her lineage to William The Silent, got Victoria Bond an invite to march in the Orange Parade. But, when she insisted she play her ‘Contraption’, some of the most diplomatic folks of the Isles slithered up to her, and, as calm as can be, tried to talk her out of it.
“There will be trouble!”
“What kind of trouble? There’s always trouble. I’m not giving up my pipes – mon! That would be like me, asking you, to give up your nuts. Coo’mon! Drop em!”
“All this……..over a horse?”
Some nights, Amelia can not sleep. Going to his stall, she puts a saddle on her black beauty. She puts their CD in, and turns up their music – full bore! The neighbors are awoken to the pounding of war drums. Amelia is in a deep trance. They are invading Russia, again! She has received death threats, and several earphones in the mail. But, it is not the same! The anguished screams, are of no avail.
“In God’s name – TURN THAT SHIT DOWN!: