When the Queen dies: how long will it shut down the UK?
It's an odd sort of topic, really. (As well as possibly being "OT," as regards this board.) From what I've been able to quite informally and anecdotally gather, those who feel Britain will come to an actual standstill for virtually weeks, outnumber those who think it'll be only for "a day or two," by about 90 to 10... If it should turn out that the majority had it right, on that unfortunately inevitable day, I'm sure Brits must understand how that will leave the rest of the planet in a bit of slack-jawed, glassy eyed shock. Because it will essentially reveal a previously unknown aspect of the British people and, as a result, many outsiders will find such a reaction very hard to comprehend, coming from one of the world's great powers and from a population known to be one of the most savvy, sophisticated, well-traveled and educated. Opinions or comments?
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On this subject... This article would crack me up one minute, then give me genuine, earnest pause, the next: http://www.vice.com/en_uk/read/this-is-what-will-happen-when-the-queen -dies
Here's an example of the former:
Even an ox like Lizzie Windsor can't outrun the reaper forever, as her recent brush with gastroenteritis has shown.And here's one from the latter:
The problem, as ever, is that no one knows exactly when this massive news-asteroid is going to land. You could, for instance, be in the middle of shagging a Latvian prostitute when some madam bursts through the door in tears and splutters: “The Queen, she's dead!”
The death of the Queen is something many of us have been anticipating all our lives. But are we actually ready for it? Our news glands will probably go numb from the sheer intensity of news-worthiness they're being blasted with, and initially, no one will be able to wrap their heads around it. Britain will go off its nut in a way that will be difficult to imagine...
The public response will be all id and super-ego, nothing in-between. There'll be tonnes of censorious behaviour: a flaying of those not wearing their black armband low enough, some tarring and feathering of the few republicans who dared to point out that she was just an ordinary gal who had a cushy life.
And, at the id end, as with Di a swell of emotion will spill over into a sense that the Royals simply aren't doing enough to express their grief. Unfortunately, unlike 15 years ago, the public of today will have been hardened to the money shots of emotional pornography by years of reality TV. A pleasant little speech just won't cut it any more. William will be hauled out in front of the cameras, and interviewed mercilessly until he blubs his guts out for his dead grandma. The bloodlust sated, William becomes the hero of the hour, almost as if he were a real-life Pinocchio who had suddenly turned from wood into boy.
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