As a special treat for the wedding of the century I took my girlfriend to London. We are both hugely enthusiastic royalists. In fact we met at the Royal Regatta in Henley and our first date was a walk up Pall Mall with a huge pair of binoculars. We've also recently bought ourselves a Corgi off the internet and have both changed our first names to HRH.
I'm joshing (royal joking) of course. We are actually in a restaurant in Cornwall trying to avoid it all but on the table next to us an excitable party all stand and raise their glasses to the happy couple. I'm about to get cynical and cry out, "Are you really all crackers enough to believe we should have a monarchy existing in England in 2011?" when the accepting side of my psyche takes control.
Let them. Let them be happy. Let them raise their pink champagne up. Let them live in pride of our heritage. Let them enjoy the romance of Kings and Queens, Princes and Princesses. The chink of high tea. The snort of a British bulldog. Let them have Victoria Sponge off a Charles and Di themed plate. Let them have their Turkey dinners all finished nicely before the Queen's speech. Let them curtsey.
They say it's easy to be cynical but it's actually easier to be accepting. Just roll the shoulders back, smile and let it be.
God save our gracious Queen. God save our noble Queen. God save our Queen... that's if you're crackers enough to actually believe in the existence of God.
No comments:
Post a Comment