a strangely familiar barnet
As I cycled home, after a sweltering summer’s day in our Soho offices, there was a continental buzz in the air that is London after work - out on the pavements, enjoying one of England’s rare and blissfully perfect long evenings, cooled by a pleasant breeze and a beer. I turned into St James’ Park and who should drive past in a cavalcade? The Queen! I was genuinely monarch-struck - glowing with a patriotic pride I never knew I had. I’ve never understood all this flag waving, cheering and general whooping that our Queen seems to provoke but, I have to admit, she had a similar effect on me. As soon as I saw the outline of her familiar head I started to grin. I wonder, is it something to do with seeing that instantly recognisable hair-do? I am so accustomed to seeing her on casual everyday items like cash, stamps and so on that it is really quite amusing to see the real thing. A funny thing indeed.
I’m reminded of Kevin Kline in A Fish Called Wanda, disdainfully distracting policemen by saying “Oh look, there’s the Queen!”