Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Tuesday, 5 June 2012
Well I missed all the celebrations because I was visiting my mate Phil, who is in hospital with a bladder infection. I hear it all went off without mishap, so we can all take a short breather before the Olympics begin, and all the security experts have to start all over again, but a bit more tooled-up than last time.
I tuned in for her Maj's thank you speech though, which I am sure the BBC will re-use this Christmas to save a few quid for the licence payers. Just as well, because all the fuss that has resulted in two bank holidays on the trot means that the projected growth figures for the UK economy have been set back by about a year, but they're going to pin the blame on something anyway, aren't they?
When I visited Phil in the RUH, I managed to slip in quite a good bottle of French red, and that - after it was drunk - gave us the idea to go out disguised as doctors and visit the local pub in Weston, where the landlord hosted a lock-in which lasted until 3.30, so I have been somewhat fragile today. But what the hell - it's only once every sixty years after all, and I don't suppose we will get the opportunity to see another transit of Venus in our lifetimes.
You should have seen the look on the duty nurse's face when we finally got back!