I was one of millions who sat at their TV to watch this spectacle…
…that proved that the UK can still cut it when it comes to pageantry, pomp and circumstance…
Of course there are centuries of history behind it. Look at the age of that chair…
…or ‘throne’ as it should be termed correctly. There are continents younger than that piece of furniture. All in all that was the good old UK doing what it does better than anyone: showing off and making us proud. But of course it wasn’t all official stuff. Up and down the country, citizens of Charles’ realm did their own thing. Take, for example, my neighbours across the road…
…as they festooned their house with bunting and balloons. In fact they had the king crowned a day and a half early…
…many times over, with a Charles manakin and a powered crown that went up and down all day long. And look closely, there was his mum looking down on him from heaven too. So very silly, and a perfect counterpoint to the real thing. Sadly, two days on, there are people moaning about the cost, and the fact that protesters were arrested before they could hurl rape alarms amongst the procession and spook the horses! Are there really people who wanted to see animals and human beings hurt on such a joyous occaision? Shits – the lot of them. And there was me thinking that it might bring the people of Britain together in common celebration!
Best show on television this year. Proper ‘reality’ TV.