This weekend loyal subjects across the land are celebrating the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee. (As part of the festivities, Elizabeth Windsor, head of church and state for sixty years, floated down the Thames on a barge attended by a vast flotilla of watercraft yesterday. The BBC covered the event live – for four and a half hours – in the rain. We’re with Jon Stewart on this.)
Closer to home, our neighborhood marked the occasion with a traditional event – the street party. Residents come out of their houses to mingle, drink tea and Pimm’s, play music and games, and eat together at long, communal tables.
Most people seemed to think the Jubilee was a good excuse to get together and enjoy some cake. But it’s also been an opportunity to show a bit of national pride – Union Jacks are everywhere. And I mean everywhere: