Well I wish the woman well, but I'm not going to be celebrating the long life of an extremely pampered woman who has travelled the world in luxury in order to get crowds of cheering natives to wave plastic union jacks at her from behind ropes under the gaze of watchful armed guards and who milks the public purse of tens of millions per annum, not only for her own use but also for the benefit of her mostly exceptionally useless extended family. Yep, it's going to be a great weekend for leaving the telly off. Happy birthday whatever your pet name is, missus.