eyes as lovely as a mare’s

Remember this post from last year about King Fahd of Saudi Arabia?

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“When Queen Elizabeth visited King Khaled in 1979, he arranged a desert picnic for her with 50 lambs roasted on a spit, enormous silver dishes of lobster and a unicorn carved out of butter.”

blue lobster found here

It seems he was quite enamoured of English women. After meeting Margaret Thatcher in 1982, he ordered his Court Poet to compose an ode in her honour. This was the result:

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“Venus was sculpted by man,

But the far more attractive woman, Margaret Thatcher,

Was sculpted by Allah.

My heart raced when I saw her face to face.

Her skin was smooth as ivory,

Her cheeks as rosy as an English rose,

And her eyes as lovely as a mare’s.

Her figure is more attractive than the figure of any cherished wife

Or coveted concubine”

Concubine Yang found here

In 1968, Janan Harb, claimed she married King Fahd under sharia in a secret ceremony at the al-Sharafiya palace. In 1970 she claims she was “forced” by senior royals to leave Saudi Arabia, but continued the relationship from London after King Fahd’s coronation in 1982.

Janan Harb found here

“Allegations about King Fahd in Mrs Harb’s sworn witness statement, written to support a maintenance claim against the king, were kept secret for six years. Inquiries by The Independent on Sunday have also established that the king previously paid his “wife” £8m in hush money through a complex series of property deals, some in London using Caribbean offshore companies to hide his involvement.

Mrs Harb, a British citizen originally from Palestine, has been an embarrassment to the royal house since she launched a £400m maintenance claim against King Fahd in 2004. 

She claims King Fahd made millions from a defence contract and promised her a £6m share to be held in trust. This is where the £12m figure comes from when interest is added. “What’s £12m? It’s their laundry bill every week.”

save money on your laundry bill here

Mrs Harb said she would like the Queen to mediate for her. “I’m forever indebted to Britain for its support in my struggle… We are all aware of the close relationship of the two royal houses.”

Mrs Harb, a scientologist, warned the Saudi royals that if there was no settlement to her liking she would write a book. “I’m going to keep stirring it until they give me the money – at least £50m,” she promised.

If he were alive today I bet he wishes he’d stuck with Margaret Thatcher

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pyrex and poetry for posterity

Pyrex Simpson pipe found here

I love borosilicate glass, especially the coloured kind. Most of us are familiar with Pyrex cookware but it’s also used to make laboratory equipment, pipes and dildos as well as in solar thermal technology.

According to this site, one of the inventors of Pyrex was supposedly the mother of 1940s film star Corinne Calvert but neither Wiki nor the Pyrex site seem to mention this.

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newsprophecy.net also credits Corrine’s mother with inventing Pyrex. this strange site about celebrity deaths and the predictions of Nostradamus recommends newbies click on the overview and update page but I’m still mightily confused. Here’s a taste of what’s in the Madonna Prophecy section

“A different danger now threatens Madonna, Britney Spears, and Paris Hilton on the seventh anniversary of Princess Diana’s death, in August 2004. Paris Hilton, in particular, I feel may succumb to the “Sharon Tate scenario,” but neither Britney nor Madonna can be entirely ruled out.

Meantime, should New York Senator Hillary Clinton choose to run for president, I fear she will be assassinated and I believe this can also be attributed to the Diana influence this year.

The writer manages to link all the usual famous blondes together as well as brunette Anne Sexton who wrote one of my favourite poems. click the link above if you’re curious to see how he does it though my advice is to forget about it and just read “I Remember” instead……

By the first of August

the invisible beetles began

to snore and the grass was

as tough as hemp and was

no color–no more than

the sand was a color and

we had worn our bare feet

bare since the twentieth

of June and there were times

we forgot to wind up your

alarm clock and some nights

we took our gin warm and neat

from old jelly glasses while

the sun blew out of sight

like a red picture hat and

one day I tied my hair back

with a ribbon and you said

that I looked almost like

a puritan lady and what

I remember best is that

the door to your room was

the door to mine.

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