For the past three days the UK has been going a bit mental and I’m just not getting into it. Call my cynical, boring and just plain dull, but I just don’t get the whole kerfuffle about the Queen’s silly Jubilee.
Yes, I get it, she’s been on the throne for a very long time. Yes, I know, she’s only the second monarch in history to have a diamond jubilee. But I still don’t get it.
Well, it’s not that I don’t get it, it’s the celebration I don’t get. The concert that happened last night in particular. Why on Earth was that necessary?
The street parties I can kind of understand. Just neighbours and communities getting together for an old-fashioned party. But it’s sad that it takes something like this to happen for communities to get together. We just don’t know our neighbours like we used to. It’s not that I want my neighbours to be all up in my business, but it would be nice to know who they are. Guess we’re all just a lot more private these days.
I have spent the entire weekend pretty much ignoring the celebrations. I was out and about on Saturday, in the cinema watching Prometheus during the river pageant and watching Game of Thrones during the celebratory concert.
Just call me Scrooge!
(However, I do appreciate the double bank holiday though!)