Tuesday, April 21, 2009

FRANKLY, I MISS THE PLANTAGENETS

Our fascination with the Tudors continues. David Starkey, who probably knows as much about Henry Vlll as the long dead monarch knew about himself, is the curator of a new exhibition on all things Henry. What is behind this continuing appeal? Why do we want to go there? What's with the Tudor fetish?

Simple, really. There were dungeons and Towers and political intrigue; shenanigans, syphilis and sliced off heads; plots and Armadas and dysfunction galore; a virgin and Essex and Burghley and more; Shakespeare and Bacon... and Oxford, m'Lord.

Barump-bump.

Friday, April 10, 2009

FRIDAY'S QUESTION:


But Hold! What sweet fuck, precisely, should citizens of this staling ball of mud -- at the present bloody moment -- actually give?



Interpret this how ye like.

The best responses shall be cobbled together in Oxenforde's proposed Modern Bitch-Rant Collexion, edited, annotated and illustrated by Phineas Boogaloo.


Please note: members of the Stratfordian Society of Pricks need not enter. (There be enough delusion already, everywhere.)