Regular friends of the decanter hardly can be surprised at ol’ Robbo’s delight over the fact that today Queen Elizabeth II became the longest reigning monarch in the history of Great Britain, surpassing the great Queen Victoria her own self.
Well done, indeed.
Yes, ol’ Robbo is aware of and completely sympathetic to the argument that the “true” English monarchy died with the end of teh Plantagenets at Bosworth Field, and that the Tudors, Stuarts and , er, Windsors have been mere pretenders.
That said, Elizabeth deserves our praise due to her quiet but stalwart defense of the Crown – and all the national dignity which it represents – during Britain’s post WWII collapse. She didn’t do it via media manipulation, celebrity hype or impromptu outbursts, but just by being who she is: Stolid. Solid. Regal.
As the Philosophy Department of the University of Woolloomooloo would put it, she’s a good Sheila, Bruce, and not at all stuck up.
So let us fill our glasses – bumpers all round and no heel taps – and salute our monarch in three times three:
God bless Her Majesty! Hip, hip, hoorah! Hip, hip, hoorah! Hip, hip, hoooooraaaah!