I don’t mean to rain on the reign…but…!
THE flags and bunting have been stored away until the next royal occasion they’re needed for. A coronation perhaps? Let’s hope that’s a long way off. Well, Westminster Abbey is a long way from Ammanford. I tried walking there once. Never again. I got a puncture in my left trainer 100 yards from my house, fell into a hedge and cracked my hardboiled eggs.
I’d taken them with me in case I got hungry on the journey.
Many of you will have enjoyed the four-day bank holiday and some intrepid souls might have taken the train to the metropolis to savour the atmosphere.
If so, I hope you thought it was worthwhile travelling up to London (Do we go UP to London, still? And not DOWN to London? Discuss ...) to hear Rod Stewart rasping his version of Sweet Caroline outside the gates of Buckingham Palace during the Platinum Jubilee Party.
From the clips I’ve seen, it’s no wonder the Queen disappeared to Windsor Castle seeking peace and quiet.
The official explanation was she’d be watching the show on TV. Unofficially I hear she took a DVD box set of The Crown with her, which she intended to spend the entire weekend watching, accompanied by a £5.99 bottle of prosecco and a packet of cheese ‘n’ onion crisps.
I’m no killjoy and I’m aware it was all a bit of froth and fun following the terrible times we’ve been through. But it’s a reasonable question to ask: did we really need a four-day bank holiday during a cost of living crisis and a recession imminent?
Trooping the Colour, the Platinum Party and whatever that bizarre procession of random people travelling up the Mall in buses was supposed to be, could have all been squeezed into a weekend.
Job done. God save Her Maj. Everyone back to work!
Don’t get me wrong, I love chilling out. That’s why I bought a Boris-size fridge I could fit inside. But by Saturday afternoon I was so bored I wandered into the garden, did a Prince Charles and talked to the plants.
I’m almost sure one of them shouted back “Killjoy!”