September 03, 2007

England welcomes first female Beefeater Moira Cameron, a 38-year-old from Argyll, Scotland, will serve as one of the Yeoman Warders, the body that protects the crown jewels.

I thought this was kind of cool, though the cynical part of me wonders what her brothers in arms think of thier new comrade.

  • They want to boff her.
  • /suppresses urge to make filthy joke
  • Candidates must have been a warrant officer or senior noncommissioned officer, have served at least 22 years in the army, Royal Air Force or Royal Marines, and hold the medal for long service and good conduct. As well as her salary, of around £20,000, Ms Cameron will have the use of a subsidised apartment in the tower itself. 20K, Tower Hill flat, and a snazzy uniform. Count me in!
  • Ms Cameron has spent the past two months training intensively to learn the 21 separate duties the Beefeaters perform each day, and the ceremony of the keys. Okay, what are the 21 separate duties?
  • um... feeding the ravens.. making sure the ravens don't fly away.. uh.. cleaning up raven poo...
  • Tour guide - they're really good and interesting. Various Pageantry.
  • Tasks in order: 1. Beef, eating of. 2. Pork, sucking my. YEOMAN PIGG PLEASE SEE ME IN MY OFFICE AFTER THE CEREMONY OF THE KEYS
  • I love her big cheesy grin. "Look at me, mum!"
  • ...and in typical Mum fashion, Mum says, "20K after 22 years in the service? You should have married that doctor."
  • She's not Jewish, dude.
  • Shomer fucking shabbos.
  • Good for her. Love the grin.
  • ...clipping the wings of the ravens...buying the ravens steak at Smithfields...
  • ...and I sure as SHIT don't fuckin ROLL! C'mon, derail! (It is a cool story, tho. Thanks, lk.)
  • The fucking ravens have fucking papers.
  • That's just the way they roll. Sorry.
  • WOO-HOO! You GO, Moira-girl! From what I remember of the day I spent at the Tower, the Warders were a very good-natured sort. In corrigible flirts, too. The one who led our tour said that the "E.R." on his tunic stood for "Extremely Romantic." And the outside of the buildings where they live was gorgeous. Duty #5: Teaching that poem about Guy Fawkes to clueless Yanks.
  • My guide was funny - showing us a vicious spiked portcullis, he told us that it was 600 years old. Then as we passed under it, he told us that the mechanism holding it up was also 600 years old.