I’m a republican. I don’t believe birth should entitle you, or restrain you, to a position. (I realise that even without hereditary royal titles, many positions of power in many countries, including Australia and the U.S., are “handed down” through families and everyone does not have the same opportunities and chances. But still a greater chance than becoming royal.)
I would vote, and did vote in the referendum, for a republic.
But I love the royal family.
What can I say! I embrace contradictions, welcome inherent dichotomy.
Hence on the only cold day we faced in London so far, I stood on a traffic island while madness of crowds thickened on the footpaths; buses and trucks drove perilously close, as in centimetres to me; and protestors chanted.
Why? Because it was Commonwealth Day. I know! Who knew? Dar, did you? Or you, Fiona? We’re all from the Commonwealth.
OK, it wasn’t the celebration of the Commonwealth that attracted me this chilly London day but that the Queen would be attending.
So who drove by my lucky spot? First cavalcade was the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. Next up was Prince Charles and Camilla. Then the Queen and Prince Phillip.
Yes, I saw the Queen and the next two in line. And partners.
Strangely thrilling. Aided by the peeling of Westminster Abbey bells.
I have video of it all.
But can’t work out how to upload from my phone. So here’s some screen shots. Being the first video footage on my phone, the one of the Cambridges is the worst as I didn’t think to zoom. But know in real life, I had a good sticky.
Then we decamped for a couple of pints. Which the bobby beside us on the traffic island thought a better choice than royal watching. An opinion definitely shared by Mr S.
After two pints, my back also agreed. It was aching but the pain ceased to register.