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Local shop is open but over the till, instead of the security camera feed, they have the royal dying instead. Curious
He’s a good laugh. I remember when he ran for Major as Wolfgang MoneypennyAre people really taken in by trevor bastard gags, or are they just pretending, i can't tell anymore.
Local shop is open but over the till, instead of the security camera feed, they have the royal dying instead. Curious
It’s just a rather distant and frosty granny though rather than their loving mumI'm confused as to why a man who has never recovered from being forced to walk, through crowds, behind a coffin as a 15 year old is going to make his much younger children do just that. Aren't his kids about 8 and 6 years old?
Clearly that wouldn't happen, on this the day of the queen's funeralGood time for shoplifting then
I'm confused as to why a man who has never recovered from being forced to walk, through crowds, behind a coffin as a 15 year old is going to make his much younger children do just that. Aren't his kids about 8 and 6 years old?
I dunno. Looting for The Empire as a mark of respect seems appropriateClearly that wouldn't happen, on this the day of the queen's funeral
I'm confused as to why a man who has never recovered from being forced to walk, through crowds, behind a coffin as a 15 year old is going to make his much younger children do just that. Aren't his kids about 8 and 6 years old?
It’s just a rather distant and frosty granny though rather than their loving mum
And not having the heating on!that, and there's a certain sort of world view along the lines of 'i have had a miserable bloody time, it's only fair that future generations have an equally miserable bloody time' (see also older right wingers on abolition of corporal punishment at schools, national service and so on)
One tiny threadUrban loves all this royal stuff.
Hardly got mentioned over the weekend IRL.
Get thee to Pseud's Corner forthwith.
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Actually just appeared on my Facebook...
This is just depressing
Although the ex RAF guy oblivious as he's interviewed to the fact loads of people have walked right past him, costing his place in the queue is darkly amusing
TBF, your 96 year old great granny dying of old age isn't traumatic; your young mum dying suddenly and violently is. My kids 10 and 7 when my much loved and often visited grandfather died and while they were a bit sad neither grieved at all, nor would I expect them to.that, and there's a certain sort of world view along the lines of 'i have had a miserable bloody time, it's only fair that future generations have an equally miserable bloody time' (see also older right wingers on abolition of corporal punishment at schools, national service and so on)
Am I really hearing one of the BBC radio commentators keep referring to Camilla as the Queen CONCERT...?
The former Poet Laureate has written her own tribute and I think this thread is the best place for it.
Sentence spacing has been adjusted by me.
DAUGHTER
Your mother’s daughter, you set your face
to the road
that ran by the river; behind you, the castle,
its mute ballroom, lowered flag.
Stoic, your profile a head on a coin,
you followed the hearse
through sorrow’s landscape- a farmer, stood
on a tractor,
lifting his tweed cap; a group of anglers
shouldering their rods.
And now the villagers, silently raising
their mobile phones.
Then babies held aloft in the towns, to one day
be told they were there.
But you had your mother’s eyes, as a horse ran free
in a field;
a pheasant flared from a hedge
like a thrown bouquet;
journeying on through a harvest of strange love.
How they craned to glimpse their lives again
in her death; reminded
of Time’s relentless removals, their own bereavements,
as she passed.
The uplift of the high bridge over a dazzle of water;
a sense of ascending
into anointing light which dissolved into cloud.
Nine more slow grey miles to the Old Town; the last mile
a royal mile,
where they gathered ten-deep as your mother showed you
what she had meant.
Nightfall and downpour near London. Even the motorways paused; thousands of headlights in rain
as you shadowed her still; smatterings of applause
from verges and bridges.
Soon enough they would come to know this had long been
the Age of Grief;
that History was ahead of them. The crown of ice melting
on the roof of the world.
Tonight, childhood’s palace; the iPhone torches linking back
to medieval flame.
So you slowed and arrived with her, her only daughter,
and only her daughter.
We are lucky that we haven't had a Boston marathon type bombing as securing the capital has been next to impossible.Fucking savages. That 'pushing your head into the concrete' thing seems to be standard practice now. And why wouldn't it be, they clearly enjoy it and nobody tells them not to.
We are lucky that we haven't had a Boston marathon type bombing as securing the capital has been next to impossible.
So as much as I despise heavy handed policing I'm not surprised they went full Tonto until they could be sure he didn't have a suicide vest.
You see harmless rollerblader.
They see a bomb potentially speeding towards the king.
Besides fuck him.
He strikes me as the do want I please type who blades at speed down tube platforms.
Until one day someone runs for a train, collides with him, slips down the side against a moving train and either gets dragged under or just scraped up the platform edge. Whilst fuck face who caused it all doesn't even get a scratch.