#tailor of gloucester

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A Winter's Tailor

In the Oxfam bookshop Petersfield, there are a few of us who take Christmas very seriously from August onwards. Yes it is depressing to see Christmas cards for sale from then – and yes indeed they are – but as for the display planning, August is not too early at all. After all, we have a tiny budget, actually no budget. We have to reply on what appears in the shop and with amazing frequency…

[catsofyore]

"Simpkin housekeeping" 1902. Source.

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The Tailor of Gloucester | Beatrix Potter

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[rebeccaajc93]

Here are for my Top 10 Best Christmas Specials List:

*10. The Powerpuff Girls in Twas The Fight Before Christmas (2003)

*9. The World Of Peter Rabbit and Friends in The Tailor Of Gloucester (1993)

*8. The Vicar Of Dibley in The Christmas Lunch Incident (1996)

*7. Mr. Bean in Merry Christmas Mr. Bean (1992)

*6. The Sooty Show in Sooty’s Christmas Party (1988)

*5. Thomas The Tank Engine and Friends in Thomas and The Missing Christmas Tree (1986)

*4. Fireman Sam in Snow Business (1988)

*3. The Simpsons in Simpsons Roasting On An Open Fire (1989)

*2. Codename: Kids Next Door in Operation: NAUGHTY (2005)

*1. Noddy’s Toyland Adventures in Noddy and Father Christmas (1994)

[petermorwood]

Don't forget Beatrix Potter's illustrations for "The Tailor of Gloucester":

Artists who know how to draw armors or very detailed clothing are powerful

[jerichopalms]

*The Tailor of Gloucester (1988, dir. by Mark Sottnick)

[peacozy]

don't invite me to the sleepover unless we are sewing and stitching by candlelight

Tailor of Gloucester - Beatrix Potter

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"The Duke of Gloucester''

Chapter One: A Stain of Desire

Featuring Prince Richard, Duke of Gloucester

The air at Royal Ascot thrummed with the electric buzz of the races, the pageantry of top hats and fascinators swirling around the elite like a living tapestry. Day two at Ascot Racecourse unfurled in a symphony of color and sound—the sharp crack of hooves against turf, the murmur of aristocratic chatter, the clink of champagne flutes. Prince Richard, Duke of Gloucester, stood a poised 6 feet, his medium-to-slightly-stocky frame clad in a tailored morning suit that accentuated his reserved dignity. His gray-white hair, thinning but neatly combed to the side, caught the June sunlight, and his spectacled blue eyes flickered with a quiet intensity, shadowed faintly by the mysterious black eye he never explained. A simple wristwatch gleamed on his left hand, a subtle nod to practicality amid the extravagance.

Beside him, James Cole, His Majesty’s American PR chief, was a study in contrast. At 6’1”, his muscular physique strained subtly against his black morning suit jacket, paired with a light-yellow waistcoat, crisp collared shirt, and black tie, that belied his cunning experience. James moved with the assurance of a man who owned every room he entered—charming, confident, and armed with a dry wit that sliced through the royal court’s labyrinthine social games. His loyalty to King Charles was unshakable, though he juggles he juggled ongoing affairs with multiple royals, King Charles chief among them, his 8-inch cut cock a silent weapon in his arsenal of conquests.

The royal enclosure hummed with tradition, a gilded cage of morning suits and elegant dresses under the weight of centuries. James had been working the crowd, his sharp eyes darting between King Charles, Prince Edward, and Sir Timothy Laurence, always calculating his next move. But today, his gaze lingered on Richard. There was something about the Duke’s understated gravitas, that ignited a primal itch James couldn’t ignore—beyond the professional mask, a hunger stirred.

As the crowd erupted for the latest race winner, James saw his opening. With a deft flick of his wrist, he “accidentally” splashed red wine onto Richard’s sleeve, the crimson blooming against the pale fabric.

“Oh, my apologies, Your Royal Highness,” he said, his voice a smooth, velvet drawl edged with a daring glint. Richard glanced at the stain, then met James’s eyes, his expression a fortress of restraint.

“It’s quite alright.” he replied, his tone measured.

They slipped into a shadowed alcove off the main enclosure, the din of the crowd fading to a muted hum. The air between them crackled, thick with unspoken tension. James produced a handkerchief, dabbing at the stain, his fingers grazing Richard’s hand with deliberate intent—lingering, testing. Richard’s breath caught, his eyes flicking up to meet James’s, where a smoldering lust burned beneath the surface.

“You’ve got quite the eye for… trouble,” Richard said, his voice low, threaded with caution but laced with a spark of curiosity. James chuckled, his hand sliding to Richard’s shoulder, feeling the coiled tension beneath the fabric.

“I could say the same about you, with that eye of yours,” he murmured, his breath hot against Richard’s ear.

Richard’s pulse quickened, his body awakening despite the decades of decorum and his marriage to Birgitte. Memories flickered—wild, youthful nights with friends, hands racing over cocks, laughter mingling with the thrill of release. He stepped back slightly, the specter of scandal looming large. But James pressed closer, undeterred, his lips brushing Richard’s in a tentative, electric kiss.

“We shouldn’t,” Richard whispered, his lips parting just enough to betray his crumbling resolve.

Their hands moved—tentative, then bold—finding waists, then dipping lower, fumbling with belts in a frantic dance of caution and need. James unbuckled Richard’s trousers, freeing his 6-inch uncut cock, already swelling with anticipation. Richard mirrored him, his trembling fingers releasing James’s 8-inch cut shaft, thick and throbbing in his grip. They stood there, stroking themselves, eyes locked on each other’s cocks—Richard’s modest beside James’s imposing length, the contrast sending a shiver of excitement through him. James edged closer, the slick head of his dick brushing Richard’s hand. A jolt surged through Richard, raw and primal. He wanted—needed—James to touch him. As if sensing the unspoken plea, James spat into his palm, reached out, and wrapped his slick fingers around Richard’s swollen cock. James began a slow, deliberate stroke, gliding over the foreskin with practiced ease. Richard’s breath shuddered.

“God… yes,” he rasped, his own hand hesitantly gripping James’s shaft, marveling at its heft. “Yours is… quite something.”

James grinned, his thumb circling the tip of Richard’s cock, coaxing a bead of precum.

“And yours feels perfect in my hand. Warm. Throbbing. You like this, don’t you?”

Richard’s nod was faint, his mind wrestling with propriety as waves of pleasure drowned his restraint.

Their breaths synced, heavy and ragged, drowning out the distant cheers. Richard’s thoughts spiraled—My hand on his cock, or his spit-slick grip on mine?—and a daring curiosity bloomed: What would it taste like? He’d never sucked a cock, never even entertained the thought until this moment. James, reading the shift in his eyes, dropped to his knees, his gaze glinting up at Richard with a mix of command and mischief.

“Let me show you something,” James said, his tone playful yet edged with authority. Before Richard could protest, James’s mouth closed over him, hot and wet, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, teasing the foreskin back with slow, deliberate licks.

“Oh, Christ,” Richard groaned, his hand instinctively grabbing James’s head, fingers tangling in that wavy brown hair. James hummed around him, the vibration shooting sparks up Richard’s spine.

James took Richard deep, lips stretching wide, throat relaxing to swallow every inch. Richard thrust shallowly, testing the sensation, then harder as James gagged softly, encouraging him with a muffled, “Yes, like that—fuck my mouth.”

“Bloody hell, man,” Richard panted, his refined accent fracturing under the weight of lust. “Suck it—suck it harder.”

James obliged, hollowing his cheeks, his tongue dancing along the shaft as he bobbed, spit slicking his chin and dripping onto the floor. Richard’s hips bucked, shoving himself down James’s throat, pulling back, then plunging again, the wet, obscene gluck-gluck of James’s gagging filling the alcove.

“Ah, this is quite delightful,” Richard gasped, his voice rising with unrestrained glee. “I must say, it’s thoroughly enjoyable!”

James pulled off for a breath, grinning wickedly, a thick string of saliva connecting his swollen lips to Richard’s glistening cock.

“Fuck my mouth—give it to me, Your Highness."

Richard’s restraint shattered like glass. He gripped James’s head with both hands, thrusting fast and relentless, the slick heat of James’s throat driving him wild.

“You like that, don’t you?” Richard growled, his voice rough with abandon. “Taking it all—my cock down your throat?”

James moaned around him, eyes watering as he nodded, his hands gripping Richard’s thighs for leverage.

“Fuck, yes,” he gasped when Richard pulled back briefly, spit and precum smeared across his lips before slamming back in, his balls brushing James’s chin with each thrust.

“Get ready,” he warned, his voice a guttural snarl. “I’m going to unload—damn it, here it comes!”

At the last second, he yanked free, his cock pulsing violently as he erupted, thick ropes of white cum splattering across James’s face—over his lips, streaking his cheek, dripping down his jaw in hot, messy spurts. James licked at it hungrily, smirking as he caught a glob on his tongue before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

“Well,” he said, smoothing his jacket with a shaky hand, “that was… unexpected.”

James winked, his lips still glistening faintly.

“The best things usually are, Your Highness.” They stepped back into the crowd, their shared secret a smoldering ember amid the glittering chaos of Royal Ascot.

This narrative is a fictional account and does not reflect historical events or the real-life actions of Prince Richard, Duke of Gloucester or any other individuals.

[aimeedaisies]

The Princess Royal’s Official Engagements in November 2024

01/11 As Visitor of Strathcarron Hospice, visited the Hospice. 🫂

As Deputy Colonel-in-Chief of The Royal Regiment of Scotland, visited the Headquarters at Edinburgh Castle. 🫡

As Patron of the Eric Liddell 100, attended an Awards Dinner at George Watson’s College, in Edinburgh. 🏃🏼‍♂️🍽️🏆

05/11 As Master of the Corporation of Trinity House, presented Merchant Navy Medals for Meritorious Service at the Corporation of Trinity House. 🎖️

As President of Racing Welfare, attended a Reception at Sladmore Gallery. ��🏼

06/11 On behalf of The King, held an Investiture at Windsor Castle. 🎖️

As Patron of the Learning and Work Institute, and as President of Carers Trust, this attended the “Driving Change” Conference at City Lit College. 📒

As President of The Duke of Edinburgh’s Commonwealth Study Conferences, attended a Reception at Brunswick Group. 📚

As Patron of Shaftesbury, later held a 180th Anniversary Dinner at St James’s Palace. 🍾

07/11 As Vice Patron of the British Horse Society, attended the Annual Awards and Race Day at Newbury Racecourse. 🐴

Alongside the King and the Duchess of Gloucester, held a Reception at Buckingham Palace for medallists of the Paris 2024 Olympic and Paralympic Games. 🥇🥈🥉

09/11 With Sir Tim Was present at the Royal British Legion Festival of Remembrance at the Royal Albert Hall. Also in attendance were, The Prince and Princess of Wales, The Duke and Duchess of Edinburgh, The Duke and Duchess of Gloucester, and The Duke of Kent were also present. 🌹

10/11 With Sir Tim Attended the National Service of Remembrance at the Cenotaph. Laid a wreath alongside the King, the Prince of Wales and the Duke of Edinburgh. Also in attendance were, the Princess of Wales, the Duchess of Edinburgh, the Duke and Duchess of Gloucester and the Duke of Kent. 🌹

11/11 unofficial Sir Tim, as GWR Advisory Board member, visited Swindon train station with the Poppies to Paddington, then travelled to Paddington Station by train. 🚝

unofficial Sir Tim Attended a Service of Remembrance at Paddington Station. 🌹

12/11 Attended the HIV Drug Therapy Glasgow Congress at the Scottish Event Campus. 💊

Visited the University of Glasgow’s Mazumdar-Shaw Advanced Research Centre. 🔬🥼

As Royal Patron of MND Scotland, attended a Supporters’ Reception at the MND Scotland Office. 🍾

13/11 Visited the College of Master Kilt Tailors’ Headquarters at Askival of Strathearn. 🪡🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Opened Letham4All’s Letham Community Hub. 🏢

Opened the YMCA Tayside Youth Centre in Perth. 👦👧

As Chancellor of the University of Edinburgh, held a Chancellor’s Dinner at the Palace of Holyroodhouse. 🎓🍽️

14/11 As Chancellor of the University of the Highlands and Islands, attended the Nursing and Optometry Graduation Ceremony in Inverness. 🩺🎓

16/11 As Patron of the Scottish Rugby Union, attended the International Rugby Match between Scotland and Portugal at Murrayfield Stadium in Edinburgh. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🇵🇹🏉

19/11 Attended a Reception at the Suffolk County Council Offices before opening the Gull Wing Bridge in Lowestoft. 🌁🎗️✂️

Unofficial Sir Tim presented the Billy Deacon SAR Awards during the Air League’s Annual Reception Ceremony at the House of Commons. ✈️

20/11 As President of the Royal Yachting Association attended the British Olympic Sailing Team Luncheon at the Royal Thames Yacht Club. ⛵️🍴

As Commandant-in-Chief (Youth) of St John Ambulance, attended the Young Achievers’ Reception at the Priory Church of the Order of St John in London. ⛑️🩹

As Chancellor of the University of London, attended the Foundation Day at Senate House, and conferred an honorary doctorate in Literature on Queen Camilla, for her public work in the field of literature and literacy. 📜🎓

21/11 As Patron of the Royal College of Anaesthetists, attended their Winter Symposium. 💉❄️

As President of the City and Guilds of London Institute, attended The Princess Royal Training Awards Conference at Goldsmiths’ Hall. 🏆 Sir Tim Laurence presented the Billy Deacon SAR Awards during the Air League’s Annual Reception Ceremony, held at the House of Commons, on 19 November 2024.

With Sir Tim As President of the British Olympic Association, attended the Team GB Ball at the Roundhouse. ✨

26/11 Opened the Hospice UK National Conference at the Scottish Event Campus in Glasgow. 🏥

27/11 As Chancellor of the Health Sciences University, attended a Graduation Ceremony at the Bridge Theatre in London. 🎓📜

As Patron of Transaid, attended the Annual Showcase at the Africa Centre in London. 🚛🚚

As Royal Fellow of the Royal Academy of Engineering, attended a New Fellows’ Dinner at Drapers’ Hall. 🍽️

28/11 On behalf of the King held morning and afternoon Investitures at Buckingham Palace. 🎖️

29/11 As Patron of the Moredun Foundation, attended a Conference at the Moredun Research Institute in Penicuik. 🐖🐑🐄

Total official engagements for Anne in November: 43

2024 total so far: 414

Total official engagements accompanied/represented by Tim in November: 3

2024 total so far: 94

FYI - due to certain royal family members being off ill/in recovery I won't be posting everyone's engagement counts out of respect, I am continuing to count them and release the totals at the end of the year.

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Tailor of Gloucester - Beatrix Potter

This is what I imagine Prospero's rats do with their free time

Don't know why

[pathsofart]

The image depicts a work by Helen Beatrix Potter, entitled "The Mice Stitching Button-Holes", created around 1902. The work shows mice sewing buttonholes onto a piece of clothing. The inspiration for the image came from the story of "The Tailor of Gloucester", where mice were believed to do the sewing.

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Round One, Match XXVII

The Tailor of Gloucester (Beatrix Potter), Warne 2007. Cover by Beatrix Potter.

The Silver Tracks / Auf Silberner Fährte (Cornelia Funke), Puskin Children's Books 2021. Artist unknown.