Alright, then. Time for the next installment of "Crowning the King of the Peng Challenge".
Observe a certain dignity. Post well. Don't be an f'ing daft idjit.
The Shirt and the Coat: Also the same day of the coronation where the prince shall be crowned in the royal hall. But first he shall be bathed and after the bath there shall be ordained a new shirt and a coat of silk opened to the breast and between the shoulders, also to the middle of the armes. Above the coat he hall be clothed with other noble vestments. And he shall wear hose without shoes?
Lovely, bloody lovely. When Berli set me on the path of
‘Crowning the Madman’ I never knew it would involve me asking someone to bathe Meeks, dress the worthless sod in disco togs open to the waist, and that the useless bastard would come prancing before me barefoot. Malakovski! Front and center! It’s time to…er…’bathe’ the new King. I’d ask R Leete to do it, but you can’t imagine the horrors awaiting the poor bugger regarding the ‘annointing’.
My advice is to use a garden hose and the longest handled scrub brush known to man.
How the hell do the English put up with this ****e?! I mean, seriously!
The Solemn Procession: Also there shall be a solemn procession ordained by the abbot and the convent [of monks] of Westminster in solemn [copis?] going from the Church of Westminster unto the King’s see. In the great hall in which the prince shall be sit abiding the procession. Archbishops and Prelates shall be in the procession. And then shall the prince descend and follow the procession to the church and he shall go upon new red clothe laid under his feet on the ground from the forsaid see to the pulpit in the forsaid church. There shall be song in the receiving of kings and of queens.
Okay, this lot’s a bit more straightforward. Only the Archbishop, of course, is a lunatic Outlaw living in the Greenwood and playing at rebellion. And we don’t have any Prelates, but we do have a few putative ‘Primates’. So, Boo, you’re up. Stroll about the grounds with ‘His Majesty’ to be, and occasionally make an ‘ook’ noise.
Okay, we need a song ‘in the receiving of kings and queens’.
How ‘bout:
Have you seen him on the corner
and his lip would reach the pavement
he's been hiding from his razor
is he not an awful sight
in love he was the purest
now he's frightenin' our tourists
if he'd gone and asked his father, oh I'm sure he'd set him right
Refrain: Sayin', take her in your arms
and tell her that you love her
take her in your arms
and hold that woman tight
won't you take her in your arms
and tell her that you love her
if you're goin' to love a woman
then be sure and do it right
Now he met her, at a disco
in a dive in San Francisco
and it all might have been different
had he seen her in daylight
she was painted, she was scented
but she drover yer man demented
if he'd gone and asked his father, I'm sure he'd set him right
Refrain
here's a pub with fun and laughter
the landlord buyin' betty
there's a session in the corner
and the crack is grand tonight
but yer man who lost his woman
he's still at home lamentin'
if he'd gone and asked his father, oh I'm sure he'd set him right
Refrain
Now depressions not a million laughs
but suicide's too dangerous
don't go leapin' out of buildings
in the middle of the night
it's not the fall, but landin'
that'll alter social standin'
so go first and ask your father, and I'm sure he'll set you right
Refrain
Here's a health to all true lovers
their sisters and their brothers
and their uncles and their grannies
for this thing is black and white
if you're keen to start romancin'
with its leaping and its dancing
then go first and ask your father, and I'm sure he'll set you right
The Crosse. Also the cross, the scepter and the king’s rod, which being things of royalty, shall be borne in the procession of the Abbot. The Prior and the eldest monks of Westminster they shall take these things to the great lords who will bear them before then prince from the palace to the church.
Hokay! No problems, then! Who wants to go Walkabout with Meeks’ rod, then? Anyone? Mind you, it’s a thing of royalty!
The Barons of the Cinque Ports: Also the Barons of the Cinque Ports shall bear the four spears painted with silver bells and overgilt with silver cloths, banners, of the same cloth worn upon the heads of the king and queen in the procession. And they too shall go from the king’s hall to the pulpit in Westminster.
Right, then. I’m probably one of the last stupid bastards alive outside of the innumerable bastards still living in England who knows what the ‘Cinque Ports’ are. Or rather, were.
For our purposes, We call upon the Officiates of the Peng Challenge Thread to proceed in a colour-coordinated way with spears down the avenue. Try not to jab each other in a way that will cause too much disruption of the Ceremony.
I call now upon Bauhaus, the Official Saint of the Peng Challenge; JD Morse, Official Lawyer of the Peng Challenge; Simon Fox, Official Grog of the Peng Challenge; Slapdragon, Official Counter-Grog of the Peng Challenge; Goanna, Eldest Australian; Lawyer, who’s Official Title is Gone Quite Out of Mind:
Form up ranks, and accompany our King on this, his Coronation Journey!
The Abbot of Westminster: The Abbot of Westminster or one of his monks in his stead shall always be ready by the king’s side and by the queens’ to inform them and to tell them what is to come.
Okay, Leete, fella! You’re the only sodding Abbot we currently have, so form up by ‘His Majesty’s" side, and walk along, telling the daft bastard what new horror he will encounter next.
The Archbishops shall ask the Will of the People: When the prince has rested himself in his chair or other throne ordained in the aforesaid pulpit, the Archbishop of Canterbury at the four costs of the pulpit, with a high voice, shall inquire the will of the people touching on the king’s coronation. While this is done he king shall stand in his throne, facing the corners to which the Archbishop speaks. After the question, an anthem will be sung: Ffirmenteur manus tua.
Shaw! Where the hell is Shaw?! I don’t care if he is a Rebel Lord gone into the Greenwood in defiance of ‘King Meeks’, he’s also the only Archbishop we have!
Alright, then, you bastards, everyone sing the new anthem–er, "I’ve Been a Wild Rover".
The Offering of the King: When the anthem has been sung and ended the king shall come down from the pulpit unto the high altar between the bishops who shall lead him. On this altar he shall offer a cloth of gold fulfilling the precept that says "look that ye appear neither void nor empty in the presence and sight of the lord God. "
Roight, then! Apparently our Own King Meeks must now appear to be constipated. Let’s all wish him luck!
The Laying of the King Before the Altar: When the king has offered he shall lay down flat on the pavement before the altar upon cushions and cloths of silk and gold, thus arrayed until the Archbishop or some other who shall crown him has said the orison over him. Deus fidelium. Then shall be made a sermon to the people.
So here we are. Now we need the Archbishop, or whoever shall crown him to say the orison over him.
So what’s next? Where’s the goddamn Archbishop?!