Every day Monday to Friday on my daily commute into work I am in my opinion surrounded by grade "A" pricks.Charles,Hugh and Bunty etc,etc.They race to get on the train and follow the same herd pattern.
Years ago it went a little something like this.....
"Pin stripe suit,Pink Shirt and Tie stops off at the corner shop to buy The Times"
"Good morning Smithers Jones,hows the wife at home ?"
"Did you get the car you've been looking for ?"
"Did you get the car you've been looking forrrrrrrrrr ?"
Now I could take that way back in the day.Head down in the paper.Not now oh no,everyone get's on the train opens the top of their Skinny Flat Decaf,and with a flourish start to look important with a Black Berry.Why ?Are you all so important you can't wait until you get in the office ?I will not have one full stop.You don't 'arf look a complete bunch of twats!They do not own you !
Where does a Dead Queen come into this ?I'm a dreamer and spend the commute looking out the window of the train thinking about shite.Today I thought about her Majesty,she is getting on a bit.And when she dies will we all get a day off to mourn as a nation ?
I hope when she does die,it's in the summer and hopefully when the rivers are back open.I enjoy a bit of still water angling,but running water is my preferred joy.So 'Liz don't you dare pop your clogs between March the 14th and June the 15th.