There was a question on QI the other night (well, I was watching on Dave, so the programme may have been years old - I tend to date it by Stephen Fry's fluctuating weight) where a Yeoman of the Guard was shown.
The contestants were asked what his title was.
Poor old Alan Davies did say Beefeater.
And was of course immediately docked points; officially the Beefeaters are only the Yeomen Warders. How can you tell? From what I remember the only difference is a sash.
But QI trades on pedantry.
When you come to the UK I can take you on a Haunted Walk of the Tower of London. I'm properly read up on it and have a guidebook and all. Well, except it's bloody expensive to get in nowadays, and I'm not just talking about the Bloody Tower...
PS - yes Shawnee. Beef porn it is. Bad girl.
I'm having chicken tonight in an otherwise meat-free week.
If it wasn't planned I'd be eating soft, succulent, squishy, bleeding steak.
Bought a reduced cut on Tuesday. Just one sirloin. In freezer. Not the best treatment for good steak (and Morrisons do look after their meat) but convenient for me.
When I'm in the mood I'm gonna hit that steak like a barbarian.
But I will not be pressured into it by porn!