Everybody loves a party
From Downing Street to the Rivers of Babylon
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Recently, the United States buried a Scottish warrior who fell in the defence of that nation. The defence he fell in was of the Colonies of America to remain in British hands. He fell at a place called Camden, and the date was 1780. He was buried with great pomp and ceremony a couple of weeks ago. There was even a dram for his send-off. They came from Scotland to express unity with the US. Who killed one of its soldiers.
Fast-forward to the year 2273. A Russian soldier’s remains are found on a field in eastern Ukraine. With great pomp and ceremony, the valiant warrior is solemnly buried, and there’s a dram of vodka to wish him on his way. Ukraine and Russia are united in striving for world peace.
If Jill Biden is at the coronation of a British king in 2023, why not?
Suella Braverman’s dress seemed a little “nipped and tucked”. I recommend a couple of lengths in the swimming bath. Perchance, the English Channel. Good, solid exercise.
David Cameron was in attendance. Clearly, a business meeting.
Boris Johnson was in attendance; his hair was only slightly so. But it gets attention, even if not to attention; to discern for why, you’d need a fine-tooth comb. I still say his Ukraine policy was his crowning glory. But Saturday’s wasn’t his crown.
The King of Spain looked grim. And so he might. There’s something rotten in the state of Spain. Just what, seems to be complicated. Spaniards I know are not revealing nada.
Did the King of Sweden forget something?
The King of Jordan, who featured magnificently in the Pandora Papers, dresses down for coronations, it seems. Clearly, also a business meeting. Maybe he and DC shuffled off to a side event later. Access is everything. And what better than a royalty-encrusted coronation as cover to hand over a Tesco’s carrier bag of used fivers?
The princess of Morocco seems to have attended on a hoverboard. Nice shoes, and those yellow boots, absolutely fantastic.
But none so absolutely fantastic as Joanna Lumley. Poseuse extraordinaire!
Also appearing was Scotland. Nifty! As well as the royals of the right republican Romania. Qué? And, my king and queen! I wonder if anyone was lip-reading Philippe.
Finally, the star of the show. I couldn’t find a picture with him not scowling or complaining about something, so I’ve gone for Tim Pigott-Smith, looking worried. Not that His Madge has anything to worry about. Not with 1.8 billion of his loyal, allegiance-swearing people’s money in the bank.
All photos by gracious acquiescence of The Guardian.