Subject: RE: BS: Royal Wedding Announcement
From:
Fred McCormick
Date: 16 Nov 10 - 12:10 PM
I'm torn between hibernating and emigrating. The last time I had to suffer anything as bad as this was in the late 1970s, when sovereign and consort decided they'd been married long enough for the toiling masses to stand them a bumper celebration.
I was living in Portrush, Co. Antrim, Northern Ireland at the time, an area not without its factions of loyalist Catholic hating dyed in the wool Brits. In fact the town fell within the Rev. Ian Paisley's constituency. The Rev. Ian, as I'm sure you will recall, was in those days a trenchant opponent of papism, republicanism, Irish Free Stateism, and anything else he thought might undermine the rights and freedoms of the good people of God fearing loyalist Ulster.
At the back of the house where I was staying, there was a large patch of open ground. For three days solid, a never ending procession of flute bands, pipe bands, concertina bands, loyalists, royalists and dudes in bowler hats and sashes used it to hail forth in stentorian tones about how wonderful it was to be British, and how they were going to banish the evil of popery from the sovereign sacred province of Ulster forever. My ears are still ringing at the memory.
Spending cuts? Who said anything about spending cuts? How much is this little shindig going to cost anyway?
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