Being British 1
|I spent this morning watching the
funeral of HM Queen Mum. I had a tear in my eye. I am
not an ardent Royalist or a particular fan of the Queen Mum.
There is something about the pageantry, soldiers and music,
together with the sense of history that stirs me. I get a
similar feeling standing at Twickenham when the National Anthem is
played and sung by some 60,000 Englishmen. There seems to me
to be so little nowadays in being British to be proud of.
Age has made me ultra cynical with anything to do with politics.
All politicians lie, all the time and are solely motivated by
power, position and money.
Today I was proud of the British ability to
stage so well the event I witnessed. I was proud of our
history. I feel good to be British today.
Being British 2
John Gurney responds
I read your piece on Queen Mothers Procession/ Funeral Service
which I also watched and I feel exactly as you do, even down to
the tear in the eye. Is it something to do with us both turning
into Victor Meldrews, as the standards of everyday life change for
the worst, or do we both get a nationalistic warm feeling for very
well organised Pageantry that no one else in the World can match.
I suppose we could be living in Jenin or Jerusalem if our
parentage was somewhat different though and that would really put
our troubles into perspective.
The attachment should cheer you up a bit. (Censored, Ed)
|Being British 3
Alan Ptitman writes from Canada
Jeanne and I lived in the City of Victoria, British Columbia,
Canada for many years. A wonderful place with English
gardens and I am sure that Queen Victoria would have been
proud of it. There is even a statue of her in the Inner
I always liked the Kinks pop-group and I think that this tune
should have been our school song:
VICTORIA by the Kinks
I was born, lucky me
In a land that I love
Though I am poor, I am free
When I grow I shall fight
For this land I shall die
Let her sun never set
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, toria