Mark Rogers wrote: > To Officers and Men of the Dragoon Guard > Dragoon Guards Regimental Rules and Obligations ... > 4 To extirpate the use of wigs in society in general and the Army in > particular ... > 2 Wigs of any kind are never tolerated without express permission being > totally at odds with the concept of a fighting regiment ...
There I was at the Hotel de Fauxfur when a young man of the Dragoon Guards, without so much as a by-your-leave, yanked off my wig, doused it in cognac and tossed it over a chandelier, where it began to smoulder and rain foul-smelling cinders down on the whole company. I was momentarily - momentarily, mind you - stunned by the sheer piggish effrontery of the man. By heaven, if this arm of mine wasn't in this condition I'd have thrown him up there to fetch it down again! I flung a side of ham in his face, grabbed his lace collar in greasy hands and demanded an explanation, but he stormed off in a huff and I had to climb on a table to get my wig back, to the great amusement of the ladies present. And there shall be no chance for an eye for an eye, worse luck, since the Dragoons always go about bareheaded - totally at odds to the concept of a fighting regiment if you ask me. They look like a gaggle of tow-headed plowboys, which I suppose is accurate, but still. No gravitas. No dignity. His Majesty should insist on better grooming. But if he tries it again, he shall have a nasty shock. See here? Yes, that's right - a few toasting forks concealed among the curls. He'll think twice before making so free with my wig when I've made this particular point with him, ha hwee. _______________________________________________ Banana mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.humf.su.se/mailman/listinfo/banana
