Hell, I even kept the champagne I had been saving for the Queen Ma's shuffle off, thinking the Thatch being finished would make it taste even sweeter. Now, all I am left with once more is a serious druth... Damn you, sir!

There is another poster of this parish who has a wonderful tale about the QM's passing. It involves a tontine, a balcony suite at the Savoy, copious amounts of bubbly and a rollicking good sing-song. Since the plot was first hatched I think the plan may have been updated to include a stirring war march on the pipes for the Great Satan when she goes.

But I will leave it to the man hisself to flesh out the tale rather than reduce the value of the tale myself.

Over to you. You know who you are.