I’m feeling less than jubilant about her Majesty’s Jubilee. My feelings towards the British monarchy are ambivalent. This may come as a surprise to my readers as they have seen my recent collection of Royal themed mugs which I personally sourced in secondhand shops during my recent trip back home but there you are. You see, I think the Windsors are an anachronism. It depresses me that many of those lining the streets to celebrate her sixty years on the throne are unable to explain why exactly we need a Queen in the 21st century – apart from perhaps to attract a bit of additional revenue from tourism. Neither though does the idea of a President Cameron appeal.
Like I said, it’s complicated.
Watching all that Union Jack waving, even from the safe distance of Central Europe, got me thinking about nostalgia and the things that you miss when living abroad. It’s only just occurred to me since everyone with a British passport took it upon themselves to organise tea parties that there’s one old fashioned Granny pursuit I’ve never seen here in Czechland: bingo. Now there’s a suitably tongue-in-cheek way to celebrate sixty years of Elizabeth’s II reign: organise a bingo night! Eyes down! Two little ducks, clickety click! Perhaps I could even raise a few crowns for charity!
Of course if I can’t be bothered to put any effort into putting together any sort of jubilee celebration, albeit an ironic one, I suppose I could have a go online. I’ve never gambled before so I’m just going to choose a site at random. Foxy Bingo has a catchy ring to it.
Don’t tell Czechman. He’ll never forgive me – even if I do win.