Super Trooper.


I’d pull the same face as the Queen if I’d seen so many Trooping The Colours.

She’s attended all bar one since her reign began, plus a good few before. That’s a lot of times to watch the same procession. The novelty must have worn off in the late 1950s.

It’s not much of a birthday celebration if it happens every year. No wonder she has two of them. It must be hard to feign interest.

The last eighty-eight years must be a blur of red, gold and black. They probably all roll into one. The faces beneath the bearskins may have changed through the decades, but not so much that she’d notice.

I bet she longs for variety a little once in a while. If a guard’s hat falls off or a horse shits in the square it must feel like a blessed release. Here's hoping Prince Phillip adds his own sotto voce commentary to spice things up.

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