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Has the Queen died?

Apparently the bbc will ban all comedy until after the funeral. Will there be a simalar ban on joke threads on urban during the mourning period?
 
I think if she skips church again tomorrow then we will see a lot more media speculation as to how ill she actually is. Three weeks not being able to leave to house at the age of 90 odd = probably on the way out.
I'm expecting the mail/express to exhort us to pray for her and the sun to enlist Uri Geller to channel our physic healing vibes.
More importantly - when do we get days off work? Immediately after she carks it as we will are all too grief stricken to carry on? And/or on the day of the funeral?

Perhaps she doesn't like the new vicar.

Anyway, my aunty Ivy, who did not enjoy the level of medical care that Queenie surely gets was housebound for years before she eventually died at the age of 101. So your assumption that three weeks avoiding spending Sunday morning in a cold and damp pew means that she's about to ascend the celestial staircase is a little optimistic.
 
They'll probably expect every home to hang a black wreath or ribbon on their door and people will have street mourning where they sit at tables covered in black table cloths and eat black food like...liquorice...or black forest gateau...or
blackened queen of puddings...and drink black drinks....guinness and coke.

Sounds like it could be a blast...:)

Sounds like a goth party to me.
 
Apparently the bbc will ban all comedy until after the funeral. Will there be a simalar ban on joke threads on urban during the mourning period?
I remember my flat mate running up the stairs to my room during Diana's funeral and furiously demanding I turn down the house dance music CD I was playing, out of respect and blah blah. The thing is I had to play a CD because every single radio station, even the likes of Kiss FM, had interrupted normal transmission and was broadcasting the funeral. The most disgraceful and surreal forced collective grief experience I've ever witnessed.

Fuck knows how much worse it'll be when Brenda pegs it.
 
Perhaps she doesn't like the new vicar.

Anyway, my aunty Ivy, who did not enjoy the level of medical care that Queenie surely gets was housebound for years before she eventually died at the age of 101. So your assumption that three weeks avoiding spending Sunday morning in a cold and damp pew means that she's about to ascend the celestial staircase is a little optimistic.

With all due respect to your Aunt Ivy - "housebound" is not the same as "ill". If it was anyway feasible for Lizzy Windsor to appear in public it would happen - shes takes this "duty" thing very seriously.
 
I remember my flat mate running up the stairs to my room during Diana's funeral and furiously demanding I turn down the house dance music CD I was playing, out of respect and blah blah. The thing is I had to play a CD because every single radio station, even the likes of Kiss FM, had interrupted normal transmission and was broadcasting the funeral. The most disgraceful and surreal forced collective grief experience I've ever witnessed.

Fuck knows how much worse it'll be when Brenda pegs it.

Ah - the minutes silence during the funeral to be observed across the nation. A social media-tastic campaign to liven it up with a certain song from the 1977 hit parade is surely in the offing ....
 
The thing is I had to play a CD because every single radio station, even the likes of Kiss FM, had interrupted normal transmission and was broadcasting the funeral. The most disgraceful and surreal forced collective grief experience I've ever witnessed.
I was in high school when she died and when we went back in September the English teacher said 'when I was your age Neil Armstrong walked on the moon and our English teacher asked us to write about it so we could look back at it in years to come and remember how it made us feel. Now something just as significant has happened in your lifetimes I would like you all to write about it so you too can look back at it and remember how it felt when everything changed'

My only regret in life is I didn't have the wit and maturity to call her a fuckwit
 
I was in high school when she died and when we went back in September the English teacher said 'when I was your age Neil Armstrong walked on the moon and our English teacher asked us to write about it so we could look back at it in years to come and remember how it made us feel. Now something just as significant has happened in your lifetimes I would like you all to write about it so you too can look back at it and remember how it felt when everything changed'

My only regret in life is I didn't have the wit and maturity to call her a fuckwit
It happened while I was on a flight out to Japan to visit someone I'd met in China. She didn't speak English (we communicated in Chinese) and neither did her family so it was a bit odd to rock up jet-lagged to her mum watching their news coverage and trying to explain what was going on. Great time to be out of the country though.
 
It happened while I was on a flight out to Japan to visit someone I'd met in China. She didn't speak English (we communicated in Chinese) and neither did her family so it was a bit odd to rock up jet-lagged to her mum watching their news coverage and trying to explain what was going on. Great time to be out of the country though.
Extremely thinly veiled 'look how much of a jet setting player I am' post. Show some decorum ffs the queen may well be dead, or at least have a very nasty case of the sniffles
 
With all due respect to your Aunt Ivy - "housebound" is not the same as "ill". If it was anyway feasible for Lizzy Windsor to appear in public it would happen - shes takes this "duty" thing very seriously.

Housebound in this case meant far too frail to go out on cold Sunday morning jaunts.
 
At least all the twatty Royal correspondents and their assorted minions had their christmas ruined by having to come into the office during the break to polish up their obituary material. Bet they're well miffed that she's strung it out for a few weeks longer.
 
I remember my flat mate running up the stairs to my room during Diana's funeral and furiously demanding I turn down the house dance music CD I was playing, out of respect and blah blah. The thing is I had to play a CD because every single radio station, even the likes of Kiss FM, had interrupted normal transmission and was broadcasting the funeral. The most disgraceful and surreal forced collective grief experience I've ever witnessed.

Fuck knows how much worse it'll be when Brenda pegs it.

My main memory is how pissed off everyone was that they cancelled the Toon match that day.
 
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