The coronation. Where do I begin? I’ve long declared myself to be a ‘Status Quoist’ when it comes to the monarchy. That I sit on the fence shouldn’t be interpreted to conclude that I see merit in the arguments put forth by both sides of the debate, or that I am in any way undecided … Continue reading The Coronation
A change of monarch does mean change of many things. Even more when the monarchs are of a differing gender. God Save the Queen becomes God Save the King. QCs become KCs. And spare a thought for all the New Yorkers who woke up Friday morning to discover they needed to change their address from … Continue reading All Change
I worked last Thursday at the biggest station on my patch. A flagship station. It was a normal shift. I served a few customers, checked my phone. Repeat. At about eleven, I popped over to Asda to get lunch for me and a colleague. I served a few more customers and checked my phone. I … Continue reading Then The Queen Died
I’m neither a Monarchist nor a Republican. I’m a Status Quoist. I can admire the Queen as a person, and appreciate her service. I can enjoy the pomp, circumstance and grandeur. and respect the solemnity and gravity of the occasion. Mrs P and I have both enjoyed Royal events, be they jubilees, weddings or horse … Continue reading The Queen, RIP
I’m not a monarchist. Nor am I a republican. I am a status quoist. I can see a certain amount of value in the Royal Family as an institution, but also recognise that its abolition will be the least of the UK’s economic woes. The preservation of the monarchy keeps alive a thousand year old … Continue reading Tall Tales of Phil
Prince Philip is dead. It’s tough to know how to write the obituary. He kept many people entertained for decades with his casual racism. He was unusually discreet with his affairs, so well done him. He lived to 99, which is a good innings, isn’t it? I know, it’s disappointing to get so close to … Continue reading Breaking News – Phil is Dead
Londoners seeking sun, sea and sand without boarding a plane have long had two obvious choices. Less than two hours by train is Bournemouth, with its sandy beaches stretching miles to both the east and the west. Alternatively, stay on the train till it’s reaches the end of the line at Weymouth with its own … Continue reading Weymouth Bay
The Mexile 