Why no etchings of Nicholas II? Why no obese Brits falling out of chairs? I would have even settled for a crown resting in a pool of wine.
But no...instead I find this:
Fuck. This is so frustrating I don't even remember what I wanted to write about. My managerial debut was rained out and I was verbally accosted by the elderly gentlemen who returns daily to the pool to challenge youths in HORSE. "Who is Stuart Woods?" you ancient bag of shit? He's someone I would murder if the ends included absorbing his bank account...hurry up and die.