A jolly good time was had by all except half my Facebook friends. And all of my family – anti-monarchists, the lot of them; atheists as well. I sometimes wonder if I really exist in this house or if I’m a figment of my imagination.
I finally got to watch a Queen’s Speech last night, because I wasn’t eating my Christmas Dinner. It was brief and to the point: Thanks guys; you’re great.
The service at St Paul’s was nice. I’ve been there once; it’s a beautiful building. As the camera panned back to show the whole thing, I was horrified at how huge it is: I can’t believe I ever let my boys go to the top of it, on the outside, without me. Yes, they survived, but now I’m going to have a sleepless night or three imagining that they didn’t (I’m a retrospective worrier).
The only member of the Royal Family I’ve seen in real life is Prince Philip, when I was nine. It was at my Big Brother’s passing out parade at Aldershot barracks, when he joined the army. Unfortunately, I only have the knowledge of the memory, not the actual memory, if you know what I mean: I know I was there; I know Prince Philip was there…but that’s it – in my mind, only a blur of soldiers and the back of a tall man who might or might not have been royal, is all I have. But I do remember eating lunch in the NAAFI.
It was the same for the Silver Jubilee in 1977. I was thirteen. I know we had a street party because Mum and I played bingo in Jeanette Achilles’ Mum’s kitchen with the other neighbourhood women for twelve months, helping to raise funds; but I have no recollection at all of the day. I have told this story before but it’s vaguely topical and I’ve had lots of new readers since I last told it and besides, I’ve never really gotten over it:
I attended each weekly bingo session with my Mum, who paid all my fees. I won a bread board and wanted to give it to the first of my Big Brother’s many wives; my Mum was a little miffed. Clearly, she could see into the future and knew that bread board was going to have a temporary home at best. My Dad insisted I gave it to my Mum. It still hurts.
My Jubilee posts gave rise to some interesting comments. Here are two of my favourites:
From Rory Bore, in response to our Jubilee picnic:
I danced for her when I was a little girl. She was genuinely delighted and impressed to watch our little step dancing group perform. kept asking for another dance. While poor Prince Phillip was being “entertained” by my stepfather taking about their huge ship anchored out on Lake Ontario. (must be a Navy man thing. LOL) They were both such a delight
From Bluebee, in response to the Jubilee concert post, where I mentioned a Right Said Fred concert I attended in Johannesburg in the Nineties:
I was at that very same RSF concert in JHB
Talk about a small world!
I can’t let this post pass without a recommendation that you visit Kate Shrewsday and her Jubilee party post; you must listen to the audio of her delightful little nephew, Big Al, who solemnly apologised to the Queen:
I’m sorry I blew a raspberry at you.
Finally, yet another showing for my favourite-ever Queen story. I know many of you could recite it by heart, but new readers will enjoy it, I’m sure; it is supposed to be true:
The Queen was entertaining a visiting head of state; they were parading down the Mall in a horse-drawn carriage, chatting nicely, when one of the horses made what can only be described as a rude noise.
QEII: I’m so sorry about that.
HoS: Please don’t apologise; if you hadn’t said anything, I’d have assumed it was the horse.
No wonder we 3 (yes, even Son) are all Monarchists!!!
Great post! Wonderful and hilarious (sorry, I couldn’t help myself, Tilly!)
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You realise you’re dangerously close to being barred? 😀
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Nooooooooooooooooooo!
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Lovely jubbly. I that ho rse joke is apocryphal.
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I choose not to believe that 🙂
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I know what you mean about having a memory but it’s “manufactured” aided by pictures and facts. They are a tad weird because, at least for me, they feel gauzy and dreamlike. Put the streamers away until the next celebration.
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so glad you enjoyed the comment. our networks showed the concert last night and I watched to the end so I could see Sir Paul. Does it seem weird that some of us Canadians get all excited about all things Royal?? Love the horse story! LOL
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Not at all! The Queen is your Head of State, too 🙂
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Aldershot is the town next to mine 🙂 So now I know that the Duke of Edinburgh has been to Aldershot 🙂
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I have my uses 🙂
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Pooh on your family. They don’t know what they are missing. As for the Queen, when she visited us here in DC a local African American lady grabbed her and gave her a big hug. The lady later traveled to London, but was not invited to tea.
I have visited the British Embassy many times and spent a night in Gibralter once. Does that count?? Dianne
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Definitely, because it’s more than I’ve done 🙂
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Oh yes, and like every other American, I have visited all the palaces at least once. Even saw the Queen Mother’s Doll House on one visit. Can’t remember what else.
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I’ve only done Hampton Court, which isn’t even a royal residence any more. You put me to shame.
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really enjoyed reading this. you get to see so many things that i only have dreamed of
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Ain’t telly grand 🙂
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it sure is!!!
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Hi, Tilly B. I so appreciate you sharing photos and feelings about this Jubilee — we have nothing even resembling that here in the colonies, and I would love to have a queen!
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You need to have a stern word with your ancestors – she could have been yours 🙂
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Shame on them. Of course, if my ancestors knew what a total mess these men have made of the republic, they would never have left!
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Yes, well, I don’t think the UK gvt is much better qualified…
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….and I shall hardly be about to see it!
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Love the horse joke!
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That Head of State story is a classic! 🙂
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Lovely round up, Tilly, and thanks for the link! Quite ready for the jubilee stuff to subside now….al partied out…
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I bet he did 😉
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QEII: I’m so sorry about that.
HoS: Please don’t apologise; if you hadn’t said anything, I’d have assumed it was the horse.
Brilliant … brilliant – great post about the pomp and circumstances.
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Did she really say, “Thanks guys” not “Thanks chaps,” or “Thanks mates?”
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It might have been, ‘One thanks you’ 🙂
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LOL! I’d never heard that particular Queen story before. Which HOS was it? 😉
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I wish I knew!
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The Queen waved out of the television set at me at work yesterday and she looked lovely. I hope I look that good at my Diamond Jubilee!
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Of course you will! You can afford the best products, health care, a staff to help you…
I mock, but I don’t begrudge it to her: what’s the point of having a queen if she’s not going to be treated like one?
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Haha – love the joke. Tory Boy looks like a baby Harry Potter but cuter – sweet.
Thanks for the linky, Tilly 🙂
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My pleasure 🙂
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All over bar the bunting.
(I didn’t watch much on TV, but I really thin the Queen and Prince Phil should have had seats and heating! And loo breaks)
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They had seats on the barge but chose not to use them. Amazing stamina!
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Remarkable isn’t it… ? All hail to the Queen. 😉
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