If I haven't mentioned it enough for you, I am a total Anglophile. I love all things British, including the royal family. So when I had a chance to go to Windsor and visit Windsor Castle, I was so excited! Windsor Castle is very old, very historical, and extremely cool!!
I almost got the boot, though, because my friend accidentally packed a metal fork in our lunch, and apparently metal forks are not allowed. I didn't know that there was a fork until I went through the x-ray machine. Watch out, Windsor Castle, I'm going to take you down. With a fork. It will only take me 1,000 years to destroy the place...with a fork.
I was about to wet myself with excitement as I took a picture of this sign.
And then, I am fairly certain that at this place and time, I was covered in goosebumps and gasping "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I cannot be here!"
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I couldn't take pictures on the inside, which is really a shame because you cannot believe how amazing it is. I saw the Queen Mother's grave, but when I stepped on the grave of King Henry the Eighth, I almost lost it. I grabbed my friend's arm and shrieked "There are some REALLY big names in here!" Which she promptly laughed at.
I got this guy to crack a smile, just a teeny tiny one, but I saw it. BUSTED!
They turned the moat into a gorgeous garden. It was awesome.
We took a river cruise down the River Thames.
You can cross a bridge leaving Windsor, a bustling city, to Eton, which was totally dead. It's really odd. The bridge isn't that big! Anyway, I wanted to see Eton College because my former boyfriend Prince William, among others, went there. But there was not much to see. And Eton was totally devoid of any life or activity. Except the four people you see here.
Now, this is what makes me scratch my head in bewilderment. I never wanted to speak while in England. I sound so dumb and American and they sound so dignified. So imagine my shock to stumble upon this...
And in case you didn't see it the first time, here it is again.
Thank GOODNESS it is controlled, because there is nothing worse than some uncontrolled porn.
A gold star to anyone that can explain what a porny school is!
The school is named after a former Master of Eton college named Richard Porny. Although, if you shorten his first name it makes it even more humorous.
ReplyDeleteControlled just means that it is a state funded school.
The school was not names after "Richard" Porny but after Mark Anthony Porny, who raised subscriptions for its foundation. His given name was Marc Antoine Pyron du Matre, but he Anglicised his name.
ReplyDeleteOops! Sorry for the typos. Here's a corrected version:
ReplyDeleteThe school was not named after "Richard" Porny but after Mark Anthony Porny, who raised subscriptions for its foundation and supplemented this with a very significant legacy at his death. In 1825 the school was known as Porny's Free School. Porny's given name was Marc Antoine Pyron du Martre, but he Anglicised his name. He was the French Master at Eton College, author of several books on French, Italian and heraldry, and was one of the Poor Knights of Windsor.
Just Google the name Mark Anthony Porny for further information re. how the school got its name.