Member-only story
The Queen Is Dead. Long Live The King.
Today, as I watched the House of Commons live, a strange little ripple went through the front benches. The Labour party had fully revealed the joke of a plan that our new PM has offered to get out of this energy crisis. Theresa May had been making herself heard and Ian Blackford was taking the baton and continuing to ram it up the jacksie of every Tory in the House.
I went to Twitter to check for anything relevant. It was the Queen, many thought. Can’t be, the PM is still seated, said others.
Not a moment later, Breaking News on my feed from Buckingham Palace. Her Majesty is under medical supervision at her home in Balmoral. I think we all know what is coming next. The woman is 96.
She also had the misfortune to spend part of her last ambulatory day with both Boris Johnson and Liz Truss. The nation sympathized with her for that alone, before she even took to her bed.
When she passes, the whole nation will mourn. Even if folk don’t like the monarchy, the woman is a grandmother, a mother. Almost all of us don’t know life with any other monarch.
Her son, Charles is the next in line for the throne. I don’t know what name Charles will use when he is crowned. I don’t think of him as a King Charles. He would be a good George, I hear. We shall see. What he will do, whatever his name…