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How I claimed my official week back from the Queen. [Jun. 12th, 2012|09:24 pm]
Miss Von Trapp
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Last week, the Queen saw fit to hijack both my wedding anniversary on the 3rd June AND my official birthday on the 9th with her own Jubilee and birthday celebrations. How very dare she, without even offering to do diaries.

Since I too am an Elizabeth, I declared myself Royalty, and boycotted the Jubilee celebrations by going away on holiday to the caravan and missing it all... On Wednesday I was crowned the Monarch of Gutter Utterances for a truly filthy limerick on a facebook page, and on the Thursday (7th) performed 'With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm' (1930's Stanley Holloway Music Hall song) and 'Cruel Brittania' at the Dolly Delight's Royal Jubblies Jubilee show with my severed head (Anne Boleyn) on stage.

The audience were fantastic, and keen to sing a long once I'd threatened to behead them - maybe a bit mean of me. And though I felt I wasn't quite my best having been to a funeral in the afternoon, everyone thoroughly enjoyed themselves - which is a job well done in my books.

Cruel Britannia

It was a good night, and I didn't get home til half past midnight. Made a new fiend with the lovely Lilly Laudanum, whose Queen Victoria act is a riot and thankfully I didn't turn into a pumpkin.

Friday I got my tricycle. Yes, I have a tricycle now. It's blue and huge and has a basket on the back where I can put the cats. They're currently using it as a shelter from the rain under its cover. It wouldn't fit in the car, so I had to ride it all the way home - first time pedalling for thirty years. Ow!

Saturday was my Official Birthday. Nothing to do with the Queen. I went to the church fete and bought myself a Horrible Histories science book all about the body. The icky bits. And in the evening, since my husband was working, a fiend of mine drove me all the way to Exeter for my BIG BIRTHDAY NIGHT OUT.

I went out in full Miss Von Trapp getup to Kinky and Quirky at the Corn Exchange, made some super fiends with Exeter Alternative Theatre, and saw the brilliant Lilly Laudanum again, along with angle grinding Keda Breeze, singinghoopingcomedienne Abigail Collins, the amazing Marnie Scarlet had me transfixed with her stapling and dart sticking in...

...and I saw and met JOE BLACK. He was mahvellous. Funny macabre. Right up my dark alley. And I got to have a good chat with him and Arran afterwards as well. Their Terms of Unnervement act about a sexually frustrated bee was awesomely funny. If it weren't for my bloomers I'd have wet myself laughing.

I got a photo and I made him sign my Murder/Fever lyrics sheet (c)Miss Von Trapp 2012

Meeting Joe Black
Murder/Fever Lyric Sheet autographed by Joe Black

Got back at 3am and once again didn't turn into a pumpkin. Phew. Perfect end to a perfect week I'd say.



[User Picture]From: missvontrapp
2012-06-12 08:27 pm (UTC)

That limerick...

There once was a tuppenny whore
Who could manage not one cock but four
When the front two pulled out she would turn them about
And direct them into her back door.

Although this would cause her some pain
She could take it again and again
And to stop her from screaming her mouth got a creaming
Thus the strumpet would trumpet in vain.

(c)missvontrapp 2012
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