I'm having a portrait of her Late Majesty shaved into the broad, loving shoulders of my DH's hairy back and shoulders.
Our gay bestie Pascal (camp as Christmas, French, but he's mad for Royals - go figure) works at a beauty parlour called "Kitscher than Kitsch" ; they're off on Monday so he's at a loose end.
...I went commando in "another place" ... if you get me for his birthday and he's offering quid pro quo...
We're all ardent Royalists, and we though why not?
We'll take a photo post razor, turn it into a T-shirt, then sell it to buy bricks for disabled kiddies, or take the old folk on a trip to Margate, Switzerland, or perhaps an abbatoir.
Two birds-one stone, you do the maths!
It's what she would have wanted...
xx sad face :(