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Capercoelliog
In the village of Capercoelliog in the remote fastnesses of Wales, the locals have been saving for nearly 30 years to be able to build a rugby pavilion. Finally they have done it, the pavilion has been built and they want the grandest of opening ceremonies. After a lot of to-ing and fro-ing the committee decides to see if Prince Charles will come and do the job.
The chairman rings Prince Charles and puts his request, saying that after all, he IS the Prince of Wales and that rugby is their national sport. The Prince thinks it over, realises he has nothing on that weekend and agrees.
On the great day, he duly arrives and is met by the chairman, who is staggered to see Charles wearing a sort of hat made from the whole pelt of a fox, with the legs hanging down the sides, the tail down the back and the head over the Prince's brow. He averts his gaze, but is desperate about the reaction of his hall full of (mainly yahoo) locals.
He deflects Charles into a washroom, for him to freshen up, and then rushes in to the assembly and lays down the behaviour rules. No staring! No smirking! No questions! No pointing! and so on.
Well, the whole ceremony goes off perfectly and wihout a hitch. As he is escorting the Prince back to his vehicle, he can contain himself no longer.
'Sire!' he says 'That hat you have on. Is it perhaps from the first fox you ever shot?'
'Yes, says Charles. "I haven't worn it since I was 14. It was mother's suggestion that I should wear it, and of course mother knows all about these things. One does not lightly disregard her suggestions. I was taking tea with her last Thursday and she asked me if I had any public engagements coming up. I told her about this pavilion thing here in Capercoelliog.'
'Capercoelliog, Charles!" she said. 'Capercoelliog!! Well, wear the fox hat!!'
The chairman rings Prince Charles and puts his request, saying that after all, he IS the Prince of Wales and that rugby is their national sport. The Prince thinks it over, realises he has nothing on that weekend and agrees.
On the great day, he duly arrives and is met by the chairman, who is staggered to see Charles wearing a sort of hat made from the whole pelt of a fox, with the legs hanging down the sides, the tail down the back and the head over the Prince's brow. He averts his gaze, but is desperate about the reaction of his hall full of (mainly yahoo) locals.
He deflects Charles into a washroom, for him to freshen up, and then rushes in to the assembly and lays down the behaviour rules. No staring! No smirking! No questions! No pointing! and so on.
Well, the whole ceremony goes off perfectly and wihout a hitch. As he is escorting the Prince back to his vehicle, he can contain himself no longer.
'Sire!' he says 'That hat you have on. Is it perhaps from the first fox you ever shot?'
'Yes, says Charles. "I haven't worn it since I was 14. It was mother's suggestion that I should wear it, and of course mother knows all about these things. One does not lightly disregard her suggestions. I was taking tea with her last Thursday and she asked me if I had any public engagements coming up. I told her about this pavilion thing here in Capercoelliog.'
'Capercoelliog, Charles!" she said. 'Capercoelliog!! Well, wear the fox hat!!'
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