More madness out of what used to be Great Britain

Extremely cool:  English writer Terry Pratchett was recently knighted by his Queen.  To celebrate, he forged his own sword, to the point where he dug up and smelted the iron ore himself.

Extremely uncool: Sir Terry now finds that he has to hide the sword in an undisclosed location to avoid prosecution under that particular Nanny-state's idiotic laws, ones that disarm the common peasant of common kitchen implements in a vain attempt to prevent the rampant yobs there from committing "knife crime" on each other:

"Pratchett has stored the sword, which he completed last year, in a secret location, apparently concerned about the authorities taking an interest in it.

He said: 'It annoys me that knights aren’t allowed to carry their swords.'"

We're sure that this esteemed author can certainly think of much more appropriate (and stronger) words than "annoyed".  He must simply be politely restraining himself out of deference to his "ruler".