Planning Your Party? Probably Not.

This whole Queen and Country thing… a fantastic excuse to have a day off work and a knees-up? Or a ruddy great waste of money whilst we close our eyes try to oppressive western hierarchies, a feudal system still alive and the slaughter and submission of millions of people across the world during the last few centuries?

Yes, you can imagine how much fun it can be – for your average 6 year old and your average 4 year old – growing up with a parent like me who would quite *like* their child to at least think that there is always another side to the presiding story….

So. Serves me right. Like a crazy fool, guess what I have done? Little treat for my daughter – planned a trip to London so that we enjoy the usual Tourist and Culcha stuff etc. and muggins here, booked the train tickets during the sodding Golden Jubilee celebrations.

No. I don’t know how I missed it either – but look out for a future post to this blog where I have quite clearly, come over all Pro-Royal and have purchased one too many teatowels with Queen and Country plastered across them…

In the meantime – just in case you were wondering whether I have been a miserable reactionary for all of my life – here is some evidence against the premise. Royal Wedding 1981. Apparently I ‘wanted’ to be A Royal Wedding Fairy (pink tutu covered in red, white and blue crepe paper). (NB this is what my mother tells me but I strongly suspect that it was her who wanted me to look so preposterous).

But don’t worry – by the time I turned 11 I was already a paid up member of the Socialist Workers Party. You could pay your subs via ’10p Mix Ups’ in those days..

Oh – and PS – My brother and I painted the banner at the back of the photograph. On an old bed sheet. In Red, White and Blue it read ‘Good Luck Charles and Di!’. Still. It’s the thought that counts isn’t it?