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Originally posted by LeBombDiggity
reply to post by DeadSnow
Or what about the American President who shot his load on an interns dress ?
He was a credit to your nation too. Not. Or Nixon and Watergate, Reagan and Iran-Contra, Kennedy screwing everything in a dress ... most US Presidents in office during the Queen's reign have been a disgrace to their office, lets face it.
Originally posted by PatriotAct
Someone beam a laser at the queen. Why do the other countries allow her to have beacons lit on their sovereign nations?
Originally posted by boymonkey74
Originally posted by ImaFungi
reply to post by theGreatunhosed
yea,,, are these laser beams paid for by taxpayers? the diamonds as well?
The diamonds belong to the people already as do all of her places of residence, she is a custodian of all the crown jewels etc,she has a job to serve her people and in my view she has done a great job.
A million people went to wish her well and at my place of work 14 people over 90 had a great party and the sherry flowed they all toasted her and so did I
God save the queen
Originally posted by Astyanax
reply to post by Minnie1985
Beacon-lighting... has been used to celebrate royal weddings, jubilees and coronations. Source
Originally posted by seaside sky
Does anyone remember that old Queen song (a real stupid one) called "Killer Queen"?
The 'real stupid song' that won an Ivor Novello songwriting award? I'm sure none of us has forgotten it. Those with a slightly broader education may also remember this poem by A.E. Housman, written to mark the golden jubilee of Queen Victoria.
From Clee to heaven the beacon burns,
The shires have seen it plain,
From north and south the sign returns
And beacons burn again.
Look left, look right, the hills are bright,
The dales are light between,
Because 'tis fifty years to-night
That God has saved the Queen.
Now, when the flame they watch not towers
About the soil they trod,
Lads, we'll remember friends of ours
Who shared the work with God.
To skies that knit their heartstrings right,
To fields that bred them brave,
The saviours come not home to-night:
Themselves they could not save.
It dawns in Asia, tombstones show
And Shropshire names are read;
And the Nile spills his overflow
Beside the Severn's dead.
We pledge in peace by farm and town
The Queen they served in war,
And fire the beacons up and down
The land they perished for.
"God save the Queen" we living sing,
From height to height 'tis heard;
And with the rest your voices ring,
Lads of the Fifty-third.
Oh, God will save her, fear you not:
Be you the men you've been,
Get you the sons your fathers got,
And God will save the Queen.
– A Shropshire Lad
I wonder whether the current crop of British poets will come up with anything to match that.
edit on 3/6/12 by Astyanax because: of pettifoggery.