It is more proof, is it not, of what the Princess Royal does for her country. Here she is doing her bit for a Caerphilly underwear factory by posing next to, let’s not beat about the bush, a pair of BDSM-style fetish knickers. Two, actually. One to her left and one above her head. The type of knickers that Madame Whip-crack might wear in her Spanking Palace, ie the spare bedroom of a 1950s semi just off the North Circular Road.
If I was her PR aide I would have rugby tackled her to the floor screaming, “Step away from the spank pants, Your Royal Highness. Think of the laughs Have I Got News for You could wring out of that photo.” But she clearly couldn’t care less and good for her. She knows she’s one of the few older royals who has never been within a sniff of a scandal. Imagine Prince Andrew posing for that same picture. All newspaper columnists’ Christmases would have come at once.
Note also the chafey-looking suspender belts and bras, a collection that evoke an Ann Summers sale rail and are the type of lingerie I can’t imagine Anne wearing in a million years.
The horsey set – something to do with sitting on half a tonne of rampant stallion etc – do things rather differently.
Anne, when of the age to be doing so, had quite a reputation as game and up for it. Whisper it gently perhaps, good at the game too. Note that I do not, at all, mean Katie Price levels of going for it. Rather aware of and partaking in one of life’s great pleasures skilfully and selectively shall we say. Back in the day when boyfriend and courting were changing their meaning from shall we to shall we continue doing so?
“The type of knickers that Madame Whip-crack might wear in her Spanking Palace, ie the spare bedroom of a 1950s semi just off the North Circular Road.“
What happened to the modern progressive view that sex workers are a respected profession and that every quirk and kink is perfectly valid and should be respected?
Why, it’s almost as if they discard everything they say they believe in when there’s a chance to stick the boot into an enemy, isn’t it? I’m sure there’s a word for that…
Carol Midgley is not particularly “progressive”: she makes a virtue of being un-PC. And she’s hardly putting the boot into Princess Anne: she’s praising her.
I thought beating about the bush was the point of BDSM-style fetish knickers
Well played, Bloke in Wales. Well played.
Eh? Type of knickers worn by Madame Whip-crack? That’s more the types of knickers that young women buy when you take them on a weekend to Paris. Or “pulling” knickers. Get a man home from the club, you don’t want big comfy pants. When they’re in the mood it makes them feel more confident and they know that their men like it.
Was Carole Midgely not young once? Did she disappoint men on their birthdays with something comfortable from M&S?
https://www.hellomagazine.com/cuisine/20211125127044/princess-anne-secret-cooking-skill/
In the days before she turned horsey Anne, while not a 10, was a definite 8.5 as the black and white photo with her late father (who similarly couldn’t care less about such matters) clearly shows.
Back in the early 70s a guy I used to work with had several pictures of her on his bedroom wall. She was quite tasty back then.
Have I missed something? Has “ton” been officially declared a non-word in favour of its metric near-equivalent? Some twats even write about “Metric Tonnes.”
For me it’s a remnant of trading metals. Ton, short ton, long tonne and tonne are all different measures that it’s important to distinguish between. And I dealt with non-ferrous (and minor etc etc), where tonne is the one used….