So, its Christmas week, I have untold hordes arriving at my door Xmas day. I'm less than well prepared, consequently, I'm giving you another Scatter. Its funny. These posts aren't actually easier for me to do. Sometimes they are tougher in the end, but I don't have to do a long pull focus on a single topic, so in a sense I can bonce around and give you substance, but in little mouthfuls. So, somehow it feels easier to me, even if it isn't really.
Want to farm minks and make coats? Fine, but use the rest of them, please. Want to push rhinos to the edge of oblivion for their horns just cause you think it'll make your dick hard? Think again laddie buck. I have one word, Viagra. No need to kill them.
This ravishingly dandified gent is none other than Sir Robert Dudley, Ist Earl of Leicester, and one of the many close companions of Queen Elizabeth the Ist. He was noted for his concern for his appearance, and this portrait tells that tale fully. He is accoutred in a modish peascod bellied doublet, covered with pinking cuts (cuts through the fabric of a garment, using specialized scissors or metal punches to create textural patterns, and to allow the lining to be on view), double crenelated wings at his shoulders, acres of silver lace on his narrowly tabbed trunk hose, and an extreme angled collar with a double turned ruff. This is the ne plus ultra of men's dressing at the time. Oh, and you can just barely see his codpiece peeking out from between the canions (the part above the knee) of his trunk hose. It was at that time out of fashion, but, well, Dudley liked people to know how much of a man he was. And I suspect he wanted to remind Liz, too.
And Well, th-th-that's all, folks!