I am fresh from four days' solid gold pomp and circumstance that was The Queen's Diamond Jubilee here in the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, ex of empire and founder member of the Commonwealth of Nations, Earth, Solar System.
The joy was unmitigated, the bliss unending. The British Broadcasting Corporation did us proud with their diamante-class coverage, abandoning the irksome legal requirement for fair and balanced news reporting and simply cheerleading the masses into happy hysteria. Well, the masses who consider themselves monarchists at least, thank whichever Lord is in charge.
I am inspired by these events. Truly inspired. I must say my forelock is a bit sore, after so much usage, but I can still garner a few thoughts now that I have reclined in a darkened room for 48 hours. May I share some with you?
These are my general conclusions after the long weekend of celeb-ration:
This is what I'd like to say about paying taxes to support the poor hard-working royal families of this country:
This is my after-the-watershed message to the BBC as a loyal licence fee payer:
This is my abiding memory of the apparently 'best of British' concert on Monday night: *
And, in summary, may I share my hopes, nay expectations for the future of Homo sapiens.
* Mind you, Grace Jones (Jamaica) in her hula hoop was out of this world.
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