I am going to be most controversial today, sorry.

On Tuesday I was sitting outside my favourite pub in South Street, I was with a friend; she was drinking coffee, I, a pint. Who should appear in our presence – another friend of both of us, Agnes, she ordered a coffee then the three of us fought over who was going to pay for her coffee.

Agnes is a bustling wee biddy, Mrs Never-in,

“I can’t stop long” she announced as she sat down, “I am off to Edinburgh, meeting up with a friend we are going to watch the queen passing in her coffin” she rattle off, then continued “I had to cancel my chiropodist appointment and sorry Walter we will have to make new arrangements for you to put up my pictures, I will be staying at my friend’s house tonight.” This all came out in one long breath; she was so excited about the trip you would think she had a personal invitation from the queen herself.

I sat quietly saying nothing; I did not wish to burst my friend’s bubble, being anti-royal and all. Sadly we do not have free speech in this country so no derogatory remarks will be tolerated over the blanket coverage on the television and mainstream media, of the sceptical of dragging an old diseased carcase around the country to make us all feel patriotic, sorry it is just not my thing.  

“The Queen is dead – Long live the King”

This funeral will go on for weeks only to be replaced by more pomp and pageantry, the crowning of a man who by accident of birth will be kept in the luxury he has been groomed to expect, along with his entire entourage of hanger-on.

Now I’m not saying a head of state is not needed, for greeting like-minded visiting dignitaries, but when you go over to Holland and cycle alongside their reigning monarch, who will perform such tasks without all the expense and fuss, well…..

No, I think there is more to this than meets the eye, the United Kingdom is not a country it is made up of England, two other countries Wales and Scotland and part of another country Ireland. All held under the control of Westminster power, so provoking the Dunkirk Spirit, the Spitfire, Armistice Day, State Opening of Parliament, Coronations and big Funeral Cortège is all part of keeping the plebs in their place, something the elite – the real power behind the throne – Westminster, have managed to maintain over the centuries.

I wonder how long it will be after the coronation that our illustrious leader (PM) will go to the country to win a landslide victory at the poles for her Party, like Thatcher before her, who wrapped herself in bunting at the conclusion of the Falklands War. (A war instigated simply for political gain). Sorry, Nicola, your arse is out the windy if you thought you had any hope of clinging onto power, just put it down to bad timing.

Sorry, you didn’t really believe you lived in a democracy, did you?

From a distance, the world looks blue and green
And the snow-capped mountains white
From a distance, the ocean meets the stream
And the eagle takes to flight

From a distance, there is harmony
And it echoes through the land
It’s the voice of hope
It’s the voice of peace
It’s the voice of every man

From a distance, we all have enough
And no one is in need
And there are no guns, no bombs, and no disease
No hungry mouths to feed

From a distance, we are instruments
Marching in a common band
Playing songs of hope
Playing songs of peace
They’re the songs of every man

God is watching us
God is watching us
God is watching us
From a distance

From a distance, you look like my friend
Even though we are at war
From a distance, I just cannot comprehend
What all this fighting’s for

From a distance, there is harmony
And it echoes through the land
And it’s the hope of hopes
It’s the love of loves
It’s the heart of every man (every man)

It’s the hope of hopes
It’s the love of loves
This is the song for every man

And God is watching us
God is watching us
God is watching us
From a distance

Oh, God is watching us
God is watching
God is watching us
From a distance

Songwriters: Julie Gold

Stay safe.

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