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You realize that not bowing to her would be actively rude, right?
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She puts on her knickers the same way I do, one leg at a time. I just don't have a flock of maids helping me. I've got a cheeky egalitarian streak: I called the PM by his first name to his face (he wass on my TV all the time, so I felt like I knew him). That and my (heavily diluted) Irish blood and my sense of contrariness keep all my joints locked in the upright position...not that it matters, 'cause I doubt I'll ever meet the monarch again.
She was driven right past me at the '94 Commonwealth games. I got a brief flash of a little old lady in the back of a fancy car, and then she was gone.