Golden Jubilee,
London. A good day for
queenspotting.
I left the house before 10 am, decided to hop off the tube at Blackfriars, and joined the crowds at Fleet street.
An hour later, the royal procession went past, including the queen and her husband in a guilded carriage.
So now I have seen the queen. Or to be more accurate, over the crowd I saw the top of a carriage, inside which I could make out two figures, one of which appeared to be wearing a broad-brimmed hat.
Then went home to see the rest of it on tv, hoping for more precious moments like the night before, spotting Ozzy Ozbourne and Clif Richard arm in arm and shoulder to shoulder on the pop festival stage during the finale.