Went to my local in town tonight for my usual Friday night Karaoke and it wasn't on. The landlord said, 'We're not doing it tonight because of the Queen." I asked why he hadn't shut the pub then? He didn't answer.
Well, in fairness, he may have said something, but, in the stunned silence that followed my question, I fucked off out of there, sharpish - no way I was wasting money on a pint there - and went down the road where the pub had a band on. They were shit - not a patch on my Karaoke performances - but it's bad enough having no City without having no Friday night Karaoke.
I had great respect and affection for H.M. but, mourning? Fuck off! She was 96 and had the greatest ever fuckin' life, probably Karaokeing most nights, for all I know.