…who is the SCARIEST dame of all?
‘She was enormous of frame, terrifying of mien, and with a rough, shrill voice. A great mass of bright red hair fell down to her knees…She wore…a tunic of many colours, over which was a thick mantle held by a brooch. When she grasped a spear, it was to strike fear into all who observed her.’
When I read that, it was like looking in the mirror! If you allow for the fact that my hair does not fall to my knees (yet) and I am a trifle lacking on the spear front, the resemblance is uncanny!
Who is she?
Why, Boudicca, of course: A mere-wife after my own heart, that one! Good on her!
Boudicca, pre-battle, getting some much-needed Mead down her neck before cutting a swathe through the enemy. Bit like teaching 11z last thing on a Friday during a Full Moon, really!
She pulverised posterior, did our Iceni Queen – and was exhibiting superior Girl Power well before our society came up with the term!
Wish I’d met her! I’d have shaken her by the hand – and, once I’d got the feeling back, saluted her. Daft besom, some may say (her, not me!), but I think she’s a great role model for all red-heads (and women generally).
Very simple: Don’t take crap, insults or prisoners – and, if threatened with the spectre of a Fate worse than Death, mix something terminal in with the Mead/Laphroaig and down it PDQ…