Queen Mum dead?
Jenny Bolton
Could be shite but papers have been updating their obits all week.
cheers
Jenny
Linz
> I hear that she died today and it will be announced tomorrow.
Oh dearie me, the conspiracy theorists have been out all day on this
one.
> Could be shite but papers have been updating their obits all week.
Yes. They do it every year. For all the royals. It'll be announced
tomorrow, yes?
Well, it's the news in 2 minutes, and the first editions of the papers
will already have been printed...
--
Last year's troubles are so old-fashioned
Graham Watkins
It's tomorrow already and If she's dead, nobody's saying. Still, it's
early yet.
Graham Watkins
Jenny Bolton
Stylewriter wrote in message ...
>JB...@hotmail.com commented:
>>I hear that she died today and it will be announced tomorrow.
>>
>>Could be shite but papers have been updating their obits all week.
>>
>
>
>spamming post.....
>
>:S:
Er, I wasnt aware that I'd spammed there!
Jenny
Edward Cowling London UK
<JB...@hotmail.com> writes
>I hear that she died today and it will be announced tomorrow.
>
>Could be shite but papers have been updating their obits all week.
>
Nahhhh Diana did a late summer gig. My bet is that the Queen Mum has her
alarm clock set for December 23rd, just to wreck the Christmas TV.
My Mum told me what it was like when the last King died, so I'm
seriously thinking of going abroad for a month when she does finally get
a stake through the heart.
--
Edward Cowling London UK
Tim Emanuel
>My Mum told me what it was like when the last King died, so I'm
>seriously thinking of going abroad for a month when she does finally get
>a stake through the heart.
My dad says he caused shock horror at work when it was announced, as his
reaction was apparently along the lines of looking forward to getting a
day off work for the funeral.
Forward thinking fella see.
--
Tim Emanuel http://cantona.org.uk
Snootch to the bootch.
Chaz
<j...@jaf.SPAMMENOTco.uk> writes
>On Fri, 7 Sep 2001 08:51:44 +0100, Edward Cowling London UK
>
>>Nahhhh Diana did a late summer gig. My bet is that the Queen Mum has her
>>alarm clock set for December 23rd, just to wreck the Christmas TV.
>
>they'll give me on the old biddy going during Brenda's jubilee, next
>year.
>I wonder if they'll give me a double with thatch?
Why not go for a Yankee and add a few US ex-presidents, or even the
incumbent?
I doubt if it's legal (in the UK anyway) to bet on celebrity (or any)
deaths - shame that - it would make a nice 21st century boost to the
lottery! "Yes! - it's another rollover week for HRH etc..."!
Our laws (especially those with taxation possibilities) seem to start
from "all is forbidden except..." rather than "it's OK except...".
In a democracy, such as ours, it's harder to expand liberty and freedom
than to reduce established constraints - I said that. ;)
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Change! Chaz
Philip Wren
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> In a democracy, such as ours, it's harder to expand liberty and freedom
> than to reduce established constraints - I said that. ;)
Sounds like the sort of thing you _would_ say, Uncle Chaz, Very
thought-provoking. Introduces the fascinating notion that there is an
essential difference between "expanding liberty and freedom" and "reducing
established constraints". Subject for a PhD thesis?
Phil Wren
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Chaz
Philip Wren <phili...@ntlworld.com> writes
Well, whadya know, a new nephew!
Anyway as I intoned - there is a difference in our 'particular' (UK)
democracy!
Which boils down to:
Yes - it's easier for a council to turn the existing street lights off
than to extend the lighting to where it may be needed.
Take your time, and tell me when you understand, Grasshopper.
--
Cheers Chaz
Philip Wren
Now have I got that bit right Uncle? You're saying that it's harder for a
council to extend the lighting than to switch existing street lighting off?
And you're saying that street lighting is like liberty?
And you're also saying that street lighting is like constraints?
So you're saying street lighting is like both liberty and constraints?
Sounds like street lighting is something like a Wonderbra!
I guess I'd never have realised that without your patient instruction,
Uncle.
>
> Take your time, and tell me when you understand, Grasshopper.
Gee, Uncle Chaz, isn't it just wonderful what you can learn over the
Internet?
Perhaps next you can tell me just what _is_ the sound of one hand clapping.
Ever your humble nephew,
Grasshopper
Chaz
Philip Wren <phili...@ntlworld.com> writes
<snip>
>
>Perhaps next you can tell me just what _is_ the sound of one hand clapping.
>
>Ever your humble nephew,
>
>Grasshopper
Well, at this moment in your development it is ...
Raise an open hand very close to one of your ears (same side; e.g. right
hand - right ear) - move it swiftly to the other ear as fast as you can.
Repeat (and repeat) it until you hear the answer - then you will begin
to understand.
Act swiftly, as Autumn is upon you Grasshopper.
--
Cheers Chaz
Timothy Lee
n...@obelisksystems.demon.co.uk> writes
>
>I doubt if it's legal (in the UK anyway) to bet on celebrity (or any)
>deaths - shame that - it would make a nice 21st century boost to the
>lottery! "Yes! - it's another rollover week for HRH etc..."!
You can bet on people still being alive, eg: Lord Lucan, Elvis etc.
Betting on somebody's death is effectively insuring against the event,
and it was found that this became a bit dodgy so you need an insurable
interest to bet on someone's death.
--
Timothy Lee http://www.wightproperty.com
Philip Wren
> In article <p7am7.16399$592.2...@news2-win.server.ntlworld.com>,
> Philip Wren <phili...@ntlworld.com> writes
> <snip>
> >
> >Perhaps next you can tell me just what _is_ the sound of one hand
clapping.
> >
> >Ever your humble nephew,
> >
> >Grasshopper
>
> Well, at this moment in your development it is ...
>
> Raise an open hand very close to one of your ears (same side; e.g. right
> hand - right ear) - move it swiftly to the other ear as fast as you can.
>
> Repeat (and repeat) it until you hear the answer - then you will begin
> to understand.
>
Wow. And there was I thinking it was all done with mirrors. Or clicking
thumb against finger - but then I can only do that with my right thumb so
I'm ever so glad you put me on the right (left) track. Still don't
understand how you move one ear swiftly to the other (and apparently without
actually touching either ear). I'll keep thinking about it.
> Act swiftly, as Autumn is upon you Grasshopper.
Not for a couple of weeks yet, Uncle. And then of course that's only true
in half the world innit?
Ever etc G
Daniel Say
URL: http://www.guardian.co.uk/Archive/Article/0,4273,4234038,00.html
Comment
Crown imperious
As the professional royal mourners prepare, is anybody paying
attention any more?
Nick Cohen
Observer Sunday August 5, 2001
The healthy reaction to the death of a great-grandmother of 100 or so
from her family is one of resignation, even quiet relief. She's had a
good innings - her three-score years and 10 and then another score and
10. No one wants her to die, but it is entirely human not to be
disabled by grief at her passing when her survival would have brought
only decline and suffering. If you have similar feelings after the
death of the Queen Mother - a woman 99.9 per cent of the country
cannot count as a relative or friend - I advise you to keep them to
yourself. Her stay in hospital last week revealed to those who work in
the 'newzak' business that professional mourners are primed to howl
with anguish and to howl down anyone who can't counterfeit pain.
A gruesome media underworld starts to rumble whenever there's a royal
health scare. BBC executives check if the afflicted is on the 'A-list'
consisting of the Queen Mother, Queen, Prince Charles and Prince
William, or the 'B-list' of Princess Anne, Prince Andrew, Edward
Wessex and an unfortunate Duke of Edinburgh, who was relegated by the
corporation last year - presumably for scoring too many own goals.
Death in the premier league guarantees that scheduled programmes are
replaced with funereal music before days of commemorative
documentaries and moist news reports begin. B-list royals get
second-rate tributes.
All broadcasters and newspapers, meanwhile, receive holding
obituaries, stories and even leading articles from the Press
Association news agency. Last week's flood of anticipatory copy
included a suggested editorial for dunderheaded journalists unable to
compose one themselves. ('The nation will mourn with gratitude the
life of and service of Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother, "Queen Mum"
to millions throughout the world.')
We learned from a separate piece you may read one day in your morning
or evening paper or hear parroted on Radio 4 that as her body lies in
state at Westminster Hall, 'vast crowds are expected to queue to file
past the coffin. It will be placed high on a purple-draped catafalque
on the same spot where King George VI lay in state in February 1952,
and will be guarded round-the-clock by a contingent of Gentleman at
Arms and Yeomen of the Guard. The ancient hall is an incomparable
setting for the public's tribute to the royal lady they have loved and
respected_' and so on at a length which might make the most ardent
monarchist tear off his culottes.
The assumption that the nation will mourn runs through all the
mainstream media's pre-cooked packages. And if a handful of perverse
dissenters don't wail, they will be after them just as they were after
anyone who failed to exhibit the required trauma after the death of
Diana Spencer.
The shape of things of come could be glimpsed in the News of the World
last year when it shrieked at Camelot executives for 'hatching a
tasteless plot to protect their Saturday draw if the Queen Mum should
die that day'. Their decision to go ahead with the lottery draw and
announce the results in the small hours when the grieving bulletins
were over for the night was the 'the ultimate in bad taste'.
If the nation was grieving, everyone would be too distracted to buy a
lottery ticket and Camelot could take the week off. Its emergency
planning to please the punters shows that Camelot at least knows that
national mourning is not what it was.
The great vulgarity of monarchy is its transformation of private life
into propaganda. Births, weddings and funerals are used to build
customer loyalty to 'The Firm'. Throughout the disasters of the 1990s,
courtiers and royalist commentators consoled themselves with the
thought that the death of the Queen Mother would pull indifferent or
hostile subjects back into line behind her less than perfect family.
Extravagant designs for her funeral have been knocking around
Whitehall and the media for years in a classified document entitled
'Operation Lion'. Its authors envisage nine days of mourning
culminating in the biggest state funeral since Winston Churchill's in
1965. The monarchy would define the nation again and dominate its
emotions.
Anthony Holden, the critical royal biographer, wonders whether
Buckingham Palace still has the nerve to implement 'Operation Lion'.
'People will be making comparisons all the time with the numbers
Diana's funeral attracted,' he told me. 'Suppose the majority paying
their respect are elderly and there's scarcely a young face in sight.
Suppose viewers revolt about television being disrupted for nine days.
It could be embarrassing.'
Indeed it could. Politicians and advertisers are being forced to
realise that millions of disillusioned consumers are blanking out
their messages. The court and the courtier press should have learned
by now that the old levers no longer work. The evidence for boredom
with royal marketing has been accumulating for years.
The great exception everyone quotes is the death of the ex-Princess of
Wales. I wouldn't deny it provoked mass inanity which compelled anyone
who believed in the rationality of public life to grab the nearest
whisky bottle. But the scale of 'the grief' during those freaky days
was exaggerated at the time and has been mythologised since.
The day before her funeral the commissioner of the Metropolitan Police
said he would need almost all his 27,000 officers to control an
expected crowd of six million. Two million turned up. A year later on
the anniversary of the Paris smash, tribute programmes got abysmal
ratings and the failure of public hug fests to attract anything
resembling a crowd, or even a huddle, forced the BBC to decide 'most
seem to have decided to do their mourning in private'.
This was too lame, even for the BBC. Its managers drew a realistic
conclusion. They decided not enough viewers wanted to see the pageant
for the Queen Mother's one-hundredth birthday and became the object
one of the Daily Mail 's hate campaigns. ITV took over, and the BBC
grovelled and admitted it was wrong. The week's brutal viewing figures
showed the error was on ITV's side. Its Queen Mother special was a
lamentable twenty-fifth in the ratings, behind Charlie's Garden Army
and a repeat of It'll Be Alright on the Night (VIII) .
We reported last week that senior courtiers feared that next year's
Golden Jubilee celebrations for Elizabeth II may be met by 'a wave of
apathy' which could damage the monarchy, so they know something is
wrong. What they don't appear to understand is why they're being
swamped.
A small part of the explanation lies in distaste for the airbrushing
of monarchy. Everything I've heard about the television obituaries,
and everything I've seen in the Press Association files, suggests that
the old line will be recycled that Queen Mother is above politics;
have the skill 'to be wholly non-political in the present reign', as
the Telegraph said last week.
They must know this is drivel and she has the standard prejudices of
an aristocrat of her generation. Woodrow Wyatt recorded in his diary
of March 1986 the Queen Mother telling him that when the royal family
are alone together they 'often drink a toast at the end of dinner to
Mrs Thatcher. She adores Mrs Thatcher.'
She also adored P.W. Botha when he was President of South Africa, and
thought the media and black Commonwealth was being beastly about the
apartheid regime he managed. She was opposed to women priests, had
suspicions of the French, a paradoxical hatred of the Germans and
'reservations' about Jews.
When she was Queen, she and George VI broke every constitutional
propriety in their eagerness to support Neville Chamberlain's
appeasement of Hitler and oppose Winston Churchill. So great was their
complicity that the Public Records Office refuses to release the
papers covering the royal fondness for appeasing the Right in the
Thirties until after the Queen Mother's death. They would cause
'substantial distress', apparently.
Perhaps they would, but in the long term greater and deserved distress
is caused to the Windsors' reputation by the sycophancy and evasions
of their supporters and the bullying of the millions who see no reason
to share their stage-managed pain.
Daniel Say
>
> Nahhhh Diana did a late summer gig. My bet is that the Queen Mum has her
> alarm clock set for December 23rd, just to wreck the Christmas TV.
>
> My Mum told me what it was like when the last King died, so I'm
> seriously thinking of going abroad for a month when she does finally get
> a stake through the heart.
> --
> Edward Cowling London UK
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What it was like
.......Subject: Guardian | The King is dead
X-URL: http://www.guardian.co.uk/Print/0,3858,4234141,00.html
The King is dead
Time to put the black and mauve knickers into the haberdashers'
windows then
John Sutherland
Monday August 6, 2001 The Guardian
As a prudent laureate, Andrew Motion would have penned a just-in-case
funereal ode some time ago. And, if he were very prudent, he would
also have stored away some verses for the Big One.
Given the amazing longevity of the Windsor women (those that don't
smoke Capstan Full Strength, that is) many of us may not be around for
the end of the second Elizabethan age. And most Britons are, happily,
too young to remember its dawning.
I was 13 on Wednesday February 6 1952 when a schoolfriend came up and
announced lugubriously "the King is dead". It was a surprise. The fact
that His Majesty was "gravely" ill had been kept from his loyal
subjects. It was given out he'd had "catarrhal inflammation"- for his
recovery from which a "day of national thanksgiving" had been decreed
the previous December. God, alas, was not listening.
Never was the big casino mentioned. The press was informed that George
VI had died of overwork, not his 40-a-day habit. "After a happy day's
shooting" the nation learned, "our King died in his sleep at
Sandringham". On the death certificate, the cause of death was
"coronary thrombosis" (blood clot of the crown). Lung cancer, like
pregnancy, was something that did not happen to royals.
The poet laureate, John Masefield, was caught on the hop, and came up
with an execrable four-liner "On Hearing of the Sudden Death of His
Majesty the King" (be warned, Motion).
The Earl Marshal was better prepared than the King's poet. This court
bigwig ordained a week of national mourning. "Organised gloom" fell,
like a plague of Egypt, on the British people.
February is a grey month: none greyer than February 1952. All radio
and TV transmissions were cancelled for 24 hours, apart from terse
hourly news bulletins. "Silent shock" was the effect aimed at. When
broadcasts resumed, it was for six days of dirges, sermons and the
droning recitation of poems of "Consolation and Mourning".
Restaurants, pubs and hotels were ordered to close on the days of the
death and funeral. In the interim there was to be "no music or other
entertainment". No cakes and ale for Johnny Briton this week.
Shops were permitted to stay open (except for the funeral day) but
were instructed to remove "brightly coloured displays". In the West
End, black and mauve knickers were solemnly put into haberdashers'
windows, alongside photographs of the late King. Newspapers (including
the Manchester Guardian) appeared with black borders.
For three days the body lay in state in the great hall at Westminster
as thousands of Britons shuffled past. The Daily Herald reported: "All
through yesterday it was the same story of waiting people, women in
black coats, workers in caps, men in silk hats". Or, as the Church
Times more brutally put it, "Some people were of importance. Most
people were of no importance at all". But deferential, dammit,
deferential.
The British were, the Spectator claimed, "a stricken people, even
those dark citizens of the Empire feel a personal loss" (did they
hell). TV was in its infancy. Should the funeral be televised? the
authorities agonised. Would this not be a disloyal "intrusion" on
royal and aristocratic grief?
To a martian, it might have seemed like the national convulsion over
the death of Diana. But that emotion swelled up from below, from
"people of no importance". The mourning in 1952 was imposed from
above. The nation was ordered to grieve by its hereditary masters. And
we did. We were still disciplined and starved by wartime regimentation
and shortages. In the same week as the funeral, the weekly meat ration
was reduced from a shilling and five pence (about 7p) to a shilling
and tuppence (about 6p). The penny went further in 1952, but that
certainly wouldn't have got you a T-bone steak.
The population still carried identity cards and stood to attention at
the end of every film performance for a chorus of "God Save the King"
(you snuck out at your peril).
None the less, by the end of the week's mourning that February a
feeling of bolshiness was stirring, at least among my segment of the
"stricken people". Losing a monarch was one thing; losing the Ray's a
Laugh radio show something quite different.
And next time will the authorities blank the screens and close the
bars? They wouldn't dare. Black and mauve knickers? Now you're
talking.
Ian Sharrock
Daniel Say <s...@sfu.ca> writes
> Shops were permitted to stay open (except for the funeral day) but
> were instructed to remove "brightly coloured displays". In the West
> End, black and mauve knickers were solemnly put into haberdashers'
> windows, alongside photographs of the late King.
I'm eagerly waiting for the display in the Anne Summers shop then.
Ian
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matter how much you hate someone, you should never wish death on them!
especially if it's a 101 year old woman!!!! have some respect, please
people!!!!
Mike Brown
wrote:
Could you point out which of the posts in this thread wishes HMQM
dead, because it's not obvious to me.
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Tiddy Ogg
ejaculated:
>On Mon, 10 Sep 2001 23:52:33 +0100, "J" <j...@no.fixed.address.com>
>wrote:
>
>> you people are fucking sick! lets hope something bad happens to you. no
>> matter how much you hate someone, you should never wish death on them!
Erm, it's OK to wish "something bad" on them though?
-Tiddy.
(Change any Fs in the address to Gs to reply by mail.)
Andy Clews
Maybe you should practice what you preach, showing respect by not
including foul language in your posts.
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Graham Watkins
Andy Clews wrote:
> In uk.media.radio.bbc-r2 J <j...@no.fixed.address.com> wrote:
>
>>you people are fucking sick!
The contributors on this group are even sicker than you know!
lets hope something bad happens to you. no
>>matter how much you hate someone, you should never wish death on them!
>>especially if it's a 101 year old woman!!!!
>>
>>
Whyever not? A 101 year old has more reason to be dead than most. And
one less Hanoverian parasite seems like a good idea to me.
>
> Maybe you should practice what you preach, showing respect by not
> including foul language in your posts.
>
>
Aw, shut the fuck up!
Edward Cowling London UK
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> Aw, shut the fuck up!
*sigh* one more pea-brained, foul-mouthed moron to add to my killfile.
Bye!
Ophelia
Clever wee bugger:))
O xx
Tony
of that Zimmer frame and Osama'll go flying.
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Ophelia
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> Parachute the Queen mum in to Afghanistan to defeat the Taliban. One whack
> of that Zimmer frame and Osama'll go flying.
>
>
>
> "Edward Cowling London UK" <edw...@genghis0.demon.co.uk> wrote in message
> news:X8ee9JA$ydn7...@genghis0.demon.co.uk...
> > In article <9njg5b$f77$1...@neptunium.btinternet.com>, J
> > <j...@no.fixed.address.com> writes
> > >you people are fucking sick! lets hope something bad happens to you.
no
> > >matter how much you hate someone, you should never wish death on them!
> > >especially if it's a 101 year old woman!!!! have some respect, please
> > >people!!!!
> > >
> Edward Cowling London UK
I don't hate her at all you silly person.. you ought to read what is there..
what I hate is the fatuous ga ga way people talk about her
I wish her no harm.. but I don't want to hear 'how much she has done for us'
either. Especially since she has NOT.
I repeat what I said originally.... Let us hear more about the people who
are denied surgery and new implants because of age.
Let us have more love and respect for those who do NOT live a cossetted life
and expect adoration .. PAH!!!!!!!
Ophelia
Scotland
>
>
blazerain
yeh what the fuck did she do in the wars and shit
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