So, is that it then?
Number One Parasite not only gone for good but buried?
TV showing something other than blank screens or wall-to-wall royal barnacles and brown-nosers interviewing each other 24/7 because there was really, really no point in showing more film footage of dumb Brits queuing to look at a box?
Shops, government services, banks and other necessary everyday facilities open again?
By the way, even the nearest petrol station was boarded up for the day yesterday, leaving their only town competitor down the road to profit (and add 2p a litre to the price for the day). Nice.
And why is it that only intelligent TV programmes were taken off during the royal mourning period? Actually, not even just intelligent, also include funny. On the night the Windsor woman snuffed it BBC4 cancelled a showing of Spinal Tap. After the funeral last night BBC2 cancelled Philomena Cunk.
A royal dies or gets buried and somehow people laughing at something else entirely on the same day is… what….treason?
Or could it just be that TV planners know the illiterate are more likely to revolt than the literate? After all, the illiterate would notice the absence of morning or reality TV much more than someone who can just turn such garbage off and read a newspaper or a good book.
What gets me is that for years we’ve been told (and even this week reminded again and again) that yesterday’s carnival has been planned for years down to the tiniest detail.
So why was it such a major league balls-up?
The whole of the UK and surrounding islands grinds to a halt for over a week because one rich woman snuffed it?
Seriously?
For example, as others have pointed out, one very overprivileged granny dies and everybody else’s granny can’t see a doctor, or even a care worker, or get their shopping done, or their gas and electricity reconnected. In what alternate universe is that good government planning?
Still, it might be interesting to know how much tourist income Queenie’s death brought into the UK. If it’s a lot, maybe more of the old parasites kicking the bucket could stimulate a regular trade.
Probably a non-starter though. For one thing, most are so dull or repugnant compared to the ex-monarch that few would care, never mind queue up to watch the coffin pass.
For another, I very much doubt that much (if any) of the squillions earned by tourism and related businesses in the last week will ever be recycled as tax.
Think about it.
Security firms (depending on the sensitivity of the area guarded) either one step away from the criminal protection rackets who provide nightclub security or owned by chaps who went to Sandhurst with the chaps at the MOD.
Portaloos, crash barriers and other crowd control/public event paraphernalia run by companies whose relatives or drinking buddies work in the relevant council department.
And as for the flags, funny hats and other tourist memorabilia….the Private Eye hack who exposes all those dodgy companies had a long-running story on false director name scams. One repeat offender is an outfit who get asylum seekers (who cannot work or claim benefits) to sign their names as directors in return for cash payments. This outfit run almost all the companies and shops who produce and sell the tourist tat around London, including the airports.
So, good luck to the taxman charged with recovering the tax due on that little lot.
Not that I care. As promised, I spent a pleasurable day yesterday totally oblivious to the whole thing. Apart from BBC2 cancelling Philomena Cunk it was perfect. Most of the day spent with cakes and booze cackling my head off at the totally un-PC and surgically precise wit of Theodore Dalrymple.
Did I miss anything important?
I think not.
Manx Low Life 