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Neither here nor there…

Here we go...

Today is a special day for the Brits.
It is the State opening of Parliament…
All the troops are marched out, bands are pooping out the usual melodies, horses are groomed and trotting in line, chomping at the bit…

This is what all that practice in the park has been for, why all the Beef Eaters have been eating their beef…
It puts a shine on ‘ buttons and ever mans well-groomed shoes.
It puts the brilliance in British.

Let the show begin.
And God, do the Brits know how to do drama!

Everything is organised to the minute in this ceremony.
(I was very honoured to attend it two years ago)

Bling it on!

All people have a role, a timing, an action, a position and posture to go with it. (dont forget the tiara’s on the ladies of the lords)
The guards come to clear the perimeter, the Beef Eaters (Yeomen of the Guard) repeat the same to check for explosives and bring on the Bling.
Then all people are made ready for the arrival of Lizzie and her gang.
(in the meantime Mr. Black Rod (not Rod Stewart) goes to ask/order the Commons to common-on over to the house if lords. Lizzie cant do this herself as 1. she is busy, 2. they wont listen to her anyway)

You go girl!

Then Lizzie pops on her hat takes a deep breath and gets ready to face the music.
(not her own music either… and she has to read it in one tone to remain neutral…)

Even if it is in a self-effacing way the Brits are extremely proud of their lands and culture and on a day like this you can see it in its brightest form. Or forgive me… ehrm Hierarchy in its purest form.
This is a court in full action, doing exactly what it has been doing for millennia.

It is an amazing sight to behold.
Every one at court has a wand/rod/mace representing the length and the width of their power/authority.

And guess who has the biggest one?

Does size really matter? How Common...

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