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Cambridge is so posh that they sounded a gong for dinner, and then said Grace in Latin. No beer was served, only sherry before dinner, wine with the meal and port afterwards (I had OJ and water). The taxi I took back to my hotel was a Jaguar. Oh, and Tom Bosley was also a guest in my hotel. I saw him at breakfast.
We didn't need Big Elvis, we had Henry VIII instead. He led a life that was pure 16th century rock 'n' roll - he was married six times, he invented his own religion so he could divorce one wife and marry another, who he later had beheaded on suspicion of being a witch, another of his wives was also beheaded on his orders. He was a gambler, gourmand, drinker and huntsman. AND he wore a much groovier outfit than Elvis. ≡ Click to see image ≡
There's a place called King's Standing in Ashdown Forest, which is quite close me where I live (no sign of Tiggers, though). Apparently it got its name because Henry VIII was so fat he couldn't hunt deer on horse back, so he'd stand there and the deer would be driven past him.
Yeah, Pips - he was something of a bloater! I probably didn't make it clear in my post, but Ashdown Forest is Pooh's forest - it was where A.A.Milne set the stories (hence the Tigger reference).
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