The Regent's Bomb (Mortar on Dragon Carriage), Horse Guards Parade
The Catinat Memorial, also known as the Prince Regent's Bomb, is an early 19th century French mortar mounted on a brass, come on, that's a dragon, Wikipedia. Located in Horse Guards Parade in Westminster. It was first, quote unquote, "exposed to public view" in 1816, and it has been a Grade II listed building since 1987. So to explain something here that we have in England, a listed building is a structure that has been deemed especially historically important, and as a result, it is absolutely crucial that they stay up no matter what. They are legally protected structures, you know. It doesn't stop bad things from happening to them necessarily, but it's like you can't interfere with them. There was in the Midlands a pub known as the Crooked House, and it got burned down, and people had a lot of ideas as to why. So just because it's listed doesn't necessarily mean it's protected, but it's still just something to know.
So the monument was a feature of many satirical verses and cartoons in the early 19th century, because back then the word "bombe" was pronounced like "bum." And this gave it an immediate association with the notoriously fat Prince Regent, later George IV. So people were like, "lol, his ass." Okay. So it commemorates the raising of the siege of Cádiz in consequence of the glorious victory obtained by the Duke of Wellington over the French at Salamanca in 1812.
Oh my God, this is beautiful. Okay, so basically a bunch of Georgian-to-Regency era, this would be Regency by now. Actually, no, this would still be Georgian, just very late Georgian. Georgian and Regency are kind of a big old mess because he's also a George and then he's also a Regent. He's very confusing. Who gives a shit? Okay. So the whole thing, there's an illustration saluting the Regent's Bomb, unveiled on his birthday, by George Cruikshank. He was a political cartoonist still around at this time. Oh, Jesus Christ. So it's like, instead of the creature, it's the Regent, and yeah, oh, Jesus. It's like shitposts. It's like memes. And the problem is that there were loads of fart jokes and poop jokes and puns. It's wind and wind and bread and monstrous size. The poet laureate would sing of the charming odour of the thing. You know, like, oh God. And they were just writing poems and making fun of him. "Thing" being a slang term for a penis. Oh my Lord. Oh, God of mercy. Oh, this is a great one. Need I explain why this one is here? I mean, historical context, overly specific poop jokes, fart jokes, dick jokes, I am a child. We're all children here. You know, I can't help myself. I mean, there are no standards. Just look at this thing. Okay, let's move on.