Barry's article:
At least it may mean a day off work
YESTERDAY MARKED the 60th
anniversary of Queen Elizabeth II's
accession to the throne. But not everyone
is celebrating. Dundee writer
Barry Phillips explains why.
HER MAJESTY the Queen
celebrates her diamond jubilee
this year, marking a 60-year
reign over the United Kingdom
and the Commonwealth.
If you're anything like me you'll find this
about as newsworthy as reports that a seagull
has been spotted in Dundee City Square.
Learning that the event was likely to result
in a day off work bolstered my enthusiasm
somewhat, but then I'd acknowledge a
national holiday to commemorate the tragic
loss of the Hilltown multis if it meant getting
to stay in bed until lunchtime.
In my experience, the Queen's not particularly
popular.
Ask the man on the street for his opinion
of her and you may hear derogatory remarks
and terms like "sponger" and "Radio
Ga Ga".
That last guy misunderstood the question,
but it's all too common to hear less-thancomplimentary
terminology when discussing
the Queen and her brood.
Upon asking my grandfather what his
thoughts were, he growled, "Eh wudnae
even let her in the hoose!"
That's quite a statement from a man
whom my granny once found kneeling on
the living room carpet saying prayers with
two Jehovah's Witnesses when she returned
home from the shops.
The fact is, large swathes of the population
grudge the royals their luxurious, taxpayerfunded
lifestyle and the elitist system that
allows a single family to reign over them.
Some individuals have gone beyond feelings
of disdain into outright crazy territory.
Former BBC sports presenter turned writer
and public speaker, David Icke, has declared
with a disturbingly-straight face that the
Queen is – wait for it – a reptilian shapeshifter
from outer space.
Pause to absorb that for a moment.
He really does think the Queen's a space
lizard from the Draco constellation.
The only thing I've heard as remotely
ridiculous was my younger brother's ludicrously
inaccurate assertion that Adolf Hitler
was the first man on the moon.
I'm no royalist. I disapprove of the
concept of a monarchy, hereditary entitlement
and the perceived superiority of those
blessed with a silver spoon in their mouth
from birth.
Yet while I have a healthy disregard for
the Queen, I have nothing against Elizabeth
Windsor.
Strip away the crown, sceptre and robes
and she's an old lady who I'm sure would get
on fine with folk in a bingo hall or a night
out in the clubbie ("drinks on a tray please,
Liz.").
I've been raised to respect my elders, and
that respect just about stretches as far as
Buckingham Palace.
So, in this Jubilee year, I find myself
thinking: Don't hate the player; hate the
game.
Besides, anyone who has survived a long
marriage to a man who puts his foot in it
more often than a blind farmer in a field full
of cows is worthy of at least a modicum of
respect.
The file was too big to upload, I've kept it the same way as the paper as I couldn't be arsed re-formatting.