Ages ago I did a post with this in it:

In days of old, when Knights were bold
And condoms weren't invented
They stuck some socks upon their cocks
And maids were quite contented

Visions of manly Knights with their great destriers between their legs, snorting through flared nostrils and pawing at the the ground (the destriers, not the knights).

All very medieval and chivalrous and primitive by today's standards, I suppose but you still have to be a rich bastard to own a flash, fast destrier. They cost a King's ransom.

But shit, they sure are a lot faster (not really for dial up users @ 4.5MB).


pawing


and snorting as they prepare to do Battle.

Of course, I would be a very well-mounted Damsel (and no distress) in one of these

...in more ways than one, methinks ;0)

One of our favourite movies in this house is A Knight's tale. For those who have yet to experience this little gem, it's a meeting of Olde English Charm and the music of Queen, Bowie and AC/DC.

"Run for the shadows, run for the shadows, run for the shadows in these golden years - David Bowie"

PS there is more delighful Medieval poetry here.

PPS does anyone know how much a King's ransom actually IS and was "Visions of manly Knights their great destriers between their legs" a little OTT, do you think?

PPPS remind me to buy Lotto before Saturday. I gotta get me one of them beasts.