God save the queen she ain't a human being
there is no future in England's dreaming
Don't be told what you want don't be told what you need
There's no future no future no future for you
God save the queen we mean it (god save window leen)
We love our queen God saves (God save... human beings)
God save the queen cos tourists are money
And our figurehead is not what she seems
Oh God save history God save your mad parade
Oh Lord God save history all crimes are paid
When there's no future how can there be sin
We're the flowers in the dustbin
We're the poison in your human machine
We're the future your future
God save the queen we mean it man
There is no future in England's dreaming
No future for you no future for me
No future no future for you
-- Cook/Jones/Matlock/Rotten, "God Save the Queen."
Okay. The blonde bimbo has vacated Kensington Palace for the environs of the lake at Althorp House.
The cute little blond showstopper child is now bouncing back and forth between his very, very proper boarding school and Daddy's place in London and Daddy's place in the country and being whistled at by far too many females on vacations.
The little old lady with the purse is...hanging around. Signing red boxes. Doing the "handwave thing." And meeting people.
Ummmm....any more contestants? Um....let's see a marriage license first, hon. And you. Your husband died 'round about the time Tommy Dorsey went off the air.
And the one with the big ears is...still....the one with the big ears. How better can you say it?
Oh Lord. What a mess.
The Queen Mum.
Everybody else when I get around to it. London Standard Time, so to speak.
I assume by now you've found the awesome (even if I do say it myself) collection of royal news/background links on the front page. If not, you really ought to go there.
And for a much, much more traditional but just as courageous look at this family and their friends and acquaintances, as someone once put it, go check out The Duchess of Nova Scotia (no relation). She has message boards for all of these fine people and more. Just go check it out! At least you'll find someone to talk to!
And if these pixelated scribblings are just too heartachingly irreverent and disrespectful for you, go check out:
www.royal.gov.uk. Just might do you some good.
www.monarchist.ca. For an overdose.
ic.net/~erasmus/RAZ33.HTM. To make you run screaming.