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No posies from the peasants !

Posted by Big John on December 30, 2013

As I remember, (and it is a very long time ago) when I was a small child, there was nothing more embarrassing than being pushed into the ‘limelight’ at some family gathering by some smelly old aunty (my parents never did this) to ‘perform’ in front of a not so smelly old grandma.

So can you imagine how those poor little buggers (well, most of them) feel who are thrust into the path of ‘er Maj’ by their mothers, to present her with a bunch of flowers whenever she passes a crowd of her grovelling ‘subjects’ on one of those let’s all worship ‘a royal’ days ?

What is it with these ‘pushy’ women ? I suppose that they hope that by positioning their little brat darling in front so many newspaper and TV cameras they may find photographs of themselves in the press the next day. I’ve even seen pictures of mothers pushing tiny toddlers towards those awful ‘grief-lite’ shrines which now seem to spring up at the site of every tragic death.

I hate to admit it, but I almost hummed our dirge of a National Anthem, when I read that our not so ‘Merry Monarch’ chose to ignore the crowds of monarchist maternal morons as her lunch (or perhaps a need for the royal loo?) took priority over the stupid serfs floral offerings.

One dopey parent who (wisely) asked not to be named, said: “We drove more than 50 miles with our five-year-old daughter so she could present a small bouquet to the Queen”.

Never mind luv. At least your kid was saved the embarrassment of you asking ‘er Maj for a …

… Christmas ‘selfie’ !

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3 Responses to “No posies from the peasants !”

  1. LOL- You Brits are a trip! And I mean that as a compliment. I’m a secret anglophile since my trip to London for work this year. :-)

  2. Grannymar said

    I sometimes if the tradition of giving cut flowers to ‘the royals’ and later the mounds of same at death sites etc were the brainburst of some florist as a way to boost sales? Such a waste of money. I’m sure if ‘er Maj sold half her homes, she could well afford to buy her own flowers.

  3. rummuser said

    Sad.

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