Showing posts with label HM The Queen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label HM The Queen. Show all posts

Tuesday, 21 April 2026

HM The Rainbow Queen


..in red.


...in orange.


...in yellow.


...in green.


...in blue.


...in indigo.


...in violet...


...and in pink!

One hundred years ago today, our beloved - and still sadly missed - HM The Queen Elizabeth, the longest-reigning monarch the United Kingdom ever had [and second-longest-reigning in history, after France's Louis XIV], was born.

Generations of people knew no other monarch except her. She saw 15 British prime ministers and 14 US presidents come and go during her reign, as well as numerous global conflicts from Korea to the Gulf, the Cold War from Stalin's death through to the fall of the Berlin Wall, the transition of Empire to Commonwealth (on occasions bloodily, sometimes peacefully), the rise and fall of apartheid in South Africa, myriad political scandals from Profumo to "Partygate", tragedies from the Aberfan disaster to IRA bombing campaigns to the Dunblane massacre to the Grenfell Tower inferno, the decline of major British industries, the invention of the internet and the rise of the information age, a palace intruder, Royal weddings and divorces and the "annus horribilis", the death of Diana [as well as her mum The Queen Mother, her sister Margaret, and her husband Prince Philip], pretending to parachute into the Olympic Stadium with James Bond, the COVID pandemic and "tea with Paddington". She gave Royal Assent to 2,820 public bills and 235 private bills into law, presided over 70 State Openings of Parliament and almost the same number of Christmas broadcasts - and heaven only knows how many other speeches or dedications she must have made during her extensive visits to just about every country on the planet!

When she died four years ago, millions watched coverage of her funeral, and thousands upon thousands of people paid tribute in person, queuing - myself included, for eleven hours - to pay respects at her lying in-state.

Cheers, Ma'am. Nothing's quite the same without you.

Here's another tribute (of sorts):

Then one of us will be a Queen,
And sit on a golden throne,
With a crown instead
Of a hat on her head,
And diamonds all her own!
With a beautiful robe of gold and green,
I've always understood;
I wonder whether
She'd wear a feather?
I rather think she should!

Oh, 'tis a glorious thing, I ween,
To be a regular Royal Queen!
No half-and-half affair, I mean,
No half-and-half affair,
But a right-down regular,
Regular, regular,
Regular Royal Queen!

She'll drive about in a carriage and pair,
With the King on her left-hand side,
And a milk-white horse,
As a matter of course,
Whenever she wants to ride!
With beautiful silver shoes to wear
Upon her dainty feet;
With endless stocks
Of beautiful frocks
And as much as she wants to eat!

Oh, 'tis a glorious thing, I ween,
To be a regular Royal Queen!
No half-and-half affair, I mean,
No half-and-half affair,
But a right-down regular,
Regular, regular,
Regular Royal Queen!

HM The Queen Elizabeth II (21st April 1926 - 8th September 2022)

Monday, 13 April 2026

Of gardens, spreads and the Queens of England and of Bollywood


The faboo Langthorns Plantery, Bishop's Stortford, Essex [by Royal Appointment to HM The King]

So, I'm back from my jolly jaunt to Essex, doing a Grand Tour of the myriad wonderful garden centres in that county, thanks to Baby Steve and Houseboy Alex. The extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers are going to be even fuller as a result - YAY! [And I have spent most of today out there, dodging the downpours, sorting stuff out and potting things up in preparation.]

But what did I miss while I was away?

  • The highly anticipated exhibition Queen Elizabeth II: Her Life in Style at the King's Gallery opened. A centenary celebration for the very much-missed HM The Queen, it has on display for the first time "items of her clothing worn in all ten decades of her life - from birth to adulthood, from princess to queen, and from off-duty style to dressing for the global stage for momentous occasions in Britain’s history". Needless to say, we have our tickets booked for July, when we'll be going along to view it with The Mother...
  • Hot on the heels of the "Great Marmalade Outrage" [our own, our very own British marmalade will henceforth have to be described as "citrus marmalade" because of the bloody EU; apparently "Johnny Foreigner" wants the right to call their fig/apricot/other fruit concoction "marmalade" as well, rather than the pseudo-jam that it is] - now it seems that another great British spread for toast, Gentleman's Relish (Patum Peperium) has been discontinued. Scandalous!

  • ...and, sadly, I missed paying a fond farewell to another Patron Saint - Miss Asha Bhosle, Bollywood's "Queen of Playback" [singing the vocals for actresses who appeared on screen] for over eight decades, who has ascended the flower-strewn, incence-scented stairway to her Vaikuntha in Fabulon, aged 92. The Guinness Book of Records states that she was the most prolific recording artist in the world, having reportedly recorded up to 12,000 solo, duet and chorus backed songs in over 20 Indian languages since 1947!

    So let us pay the great lady due tribute:

Here she is, dubbing for the magnificently camp "Helen" (Helen Jairag Richardson) - a megastar in Indian musical cinema in the 1960s:

...and here, dubbing for Reena Roy:

And finally - recognising the fact that even though I am on leave (almost) all this week, it is Tacky Music Monday - here's the lady herself, aged 79, with a tongue-in-cheek take on an old Usha Uthup number [from the only Bollywood film in which Rex Harrison and Vera Miles ever appeared, Shalimar]...

Sublime.

RIP, Asha Bhosle (born Ashalata Dinanath Mangeshkar, 8th September 1933 – 12th April 2026)

Have a good week, dear reader.


FOOTNOTE:

Of course, I could not let any such tribute pass without playing this famous paean to her!

Wednesday, 5 November 2025

Of knights, Queens, Auntie Beeb, totty, Sir David, explosions and Lulu again


Arise, Sir Becks (and Lady Posh)! I'd kneel before him.

It's another snippets post, dear reader:

  • Stylish Queens news: To mark the centenary year of the late HM The Queen, an exhibition titled Queen Elizabeth II: Her Life in Style will arrive in the King's Gallery, Buckingham Palace in April 2026. We will be booking to see this! From an article in Artnet:
    The show will be the largest display to date of the former monarch’s clothing, some of them never before seen. The checklist of nearly 200 pieces features items from all 10 decades of her life alongside outfits by contemporary British designers Erdem Moralioglu, Richard Quinn, and Christopher Kane, who took inspiration from her royal wardrobe. These pieces confirm the queen’s enduring influence on British fashion, even in the wake of her 2022 passing.
  • The BBC axe falleth again news: The excellent journalist and broadcaster Matthew Sweet is departing Radio 3’s Sound of Cinema, a programme he founded. As Chris Bennion in The Telegraph says:
    All good things must come to an end, even in radioland where maintaining an illusion of permanence is paramount to the gentle rhythms of our day. So, just as we are processing the news that In Our Time will be presented by someone other than Melvyn Bragg, we learnt last week that Matthew Sweet is departing Radio 3’s Sound of Cinema, 12 years after he launched the programme. Much as In Our Time is Melvyn Bragg, Sound of Cinema is Matthew Sweet. His successor, Edith Bowman, has a tough job on her hands. Will she be more Roger Moore or George Lazenby?

    In Saturday’s final episode, Sweet referenced that radio-specific aversion to anything that looks like change. “When we began the show in 2013,” he said, that Hull accent jumping in every now and then like an eager child, “some people thought Radio 3 wasn’t the right place for a film-music programme. Twelve years later, I don’t hear that argument so much”. I would wager that’s because 12 years ago, the Radio 3 listeners didn’t know Sweet so well. “Film music demands serious attention,” said Sweet. And that’s exactly what he brought.

    A film-music programme on Radio 3? We all had the same sinking feeling. John Williams, The Lord of the Rings, Hans Zimmer, more John Williams, Chariots of Fire, The Godfather, yet more John Williams. We’ve got Classic FM for that soft-soap stuff, thank you very much. Yet Sweet defied us all, combining a cineaste’s enthusiasm with academic depth, delving far below the surface to add serious value to your listening.

  • Too sexy for his shirt news:

The lovely Jonathan Bailey - whose career has rocketed from the West End [he did the most brilliant Not Getting Married Today when we saw him in the gender-reversed production of Sondheim's Company in 2018] via Bridgerton to big-screen stardom in Wicked - has been named as People Magazine's "Sexiest Man Alive" 2025.

  • Greed is good news: Computer chip manufacturer Nvidia's value now exceeds the GDP of every country except the US and China, according to data from the World Bank.
  • World-famous dog news: The original image upon which the iconic HMV record shops logo is based - a painting titled His Master’s Voice, of "Nipper" the dog listening to a gramophone - has been purchased by The Huguenot Museum in Rochester.

  • National treasure comes to the rescue news: The Wildlife Trusts and Northumberland Wildlife Trust bid to complete the purchase of the Rothbury Estate - a 15-sq-mile (38.8-sq-km) tract of former grouse moor, woodland and farmland, with plans to boost wildlife, restore bogs and promote nature-friendly farming - has seen a massive surge in donations since Sir David Attenborough released a video backing the appeal.
  • And finally: Happy Bonfire Night! Yes, every year, we Brits celebrate the arrest and execution of Guy Fawkes and his gang, caught trying to blow up the Houses of Parliament in "The Gunpowder Plot" of 1605 - by lighting bonfires and igniting the wicks of thousands of tons of, erm, explosive fireworks! To celebrate, this:

And the weather? Still exceptionally mild for early November.

Thursday, 26 June 2025

I wanna take you to...

It's another snippets post, dear reader...

  • You couldn't pay me to go there news: Glastonbury Festival 2025 - the 55th anniversary event - opened its doors yesterday. As one might imagine, the queues appear to resemble the Seventh Gate of Hell - let alone the prospect of camping for five days in a muddy field with all that racket going on!

  • Brainbox news: A stash of academic papers by mathematician and gay figurehead Alan Turing - that were rescued from being thrown away in a house clearance - sold for £465,400 at auction!
  • Queeny goings-on news: New plans for a memorial to HM The Queen in Green Park have been unveiled by design contest winner Lord Norman Foster + Partners. The Duke of Edinburgh is also to be honoured with a statue as part of the memorial - looking bored and grumpy, no doubt.
  • Awww news: A pair of young brown bears escaped from their enclosure at Wildwood Trust's site in Ottery St Mary in Devon - and promptly headed straight for the food store, where they ate a week's worth of honey. Then went back to bed. Typical teenagers.
  • Papa Don't Preach news: Madonna has found out she is related to the Pope(!!), and tweeted: "Would it be possible to meet up one day to discuss some important matters? I’ve been excommunicated three times. It doesn’t seem fair. Sincerely, Madonna.”
  • And finally: There are plans afoot to open a gay bar at Chicago O'Hare airport! I wonder if their punters will be restricted to 100ml or less of fluids?

We know a song about that, don't we?

And the weather? Warm and muggy, thanks - and another "heatwave" on the way for the weekend, apparently.


STOP PRESS - [20:00] Nuclear Wintour news:

Queen-of-fucking-everything Dame Anna Wintour has made the shock announcement she is quitting her role as editor-in-chief at American Vogue!

Monday, 19 September 2022

Sunday, 18 September 2022

With the greatest respect, it was worth it



I had an unexpectedly amazing day yesterday.

In case you wondered why I was "absent without leave" from my usual routine of daily posts here, dear reader, I arose from my general Saturday morning coma in a haze of coffee and nicotine, feeling in a more-maudlin-than-usual mood. As I absorbed myself following the links on the BBC News website to the pomp and ceremony and contemplation that surrounds HM The Queen's lying-in-state, it really hit me.

I needed to be there.

So I grabbed my winter coat, checked the route to the start of The Queue at Southwark Park in Bermondsey, and off I went!

Arriving (eventually) at the correct entrance (other gates into the park were closed), at 1.30pm I entered a queuing zig-zag that would put most airports to shame [press reports said it was three miles long]...

...and that was just to get wristbands to join the queue! The illuminated signs gave an estimated minimum of fourteen hours to our destination, Gulp.

At this point, no-one had a clue what to expect, and, as we set off along the Thames Walk, all seemed well and good, except for the fact that, thanks to the lengthy creek that marks the remnants of the River Neckinger tributary, we had to back-track inland and back again to shuffle through Shad Thames to Tower Bridge.

That took two hours, to cover a distance (as the crow flies) of about half a mile. Then there was another zig-zag to contend with (it took about an hour) before we finally got back to the riverside to commence the stop-start, stop-start journey to our final destination.

And when I say that, I mean it - traversing the foot tunnels under London and Southwark bridges took forever, and we didn't even reach The Globe/Tate Modern for another two hours (that's usually only a half-hour walk at the most). The sun was already going down as we passed Blackfriars Bridge and the Oxo Tower, but at least that meant we actually got a "Waterloo Sunset" as we headed towards bridge #6 (if you count the Millennium Bridge) - and a fine view of a pink St. Paul's Cathedral:



And so it went on, and on, through the South Bank. We passed by the London Eye at around 8.30pm, then (on a long, long diversion round the back of the Old County Hall), crossed Westminster Bridge Road and were directed back onto the Thames Walk opposite the Palace of Westminster - almost two hours later!

So near, and yet so far...



In some respects, we were indeed on the "home stretch".

It didn't take that long to get across our final bridge, Lambeth Bridge - but, arriving at the Victoria Tower Gardens at the West side of the Palace of Westminster, a final "trial by fire" awaited...



...another zig-zag! - and this one was twice or three times the size of the others we'd traversed en route.

It took well over an hour of constant walking to get through, plus "airport-style" security, before we could enter Westminster Hall (at 12.15am) to do what we had spent so much time and physical effort to do - to pay our last due respects to the Monarch who served us all so well and so diligently, and to say goodbye to someone who we never really knew, yet loved all the same...



...and it was worth every exhausting minute.


Footnote:

Throughout this post, I've referred to "we". I actually travelled to Southwark to do this whole thing alone. However, this was no ordinary queue. The atmosphere among participants was actually a heart-warming and genuinely friendly experience.

At the outset, I chatted with a little coterie of people in close proximity and indeed we walked the whole thing together, from beginning to its mournful end. A lovely group: a couple who'd come down that morning from Bradford in Yorkshire, a woman who'd flown in on her own from Jersey in the Channel Islands, a couple of Londoners who (like me) were originally "solo travellers", a few people from Essex, and a girl with her elderly West Indian Mum who, despite needing to sit down a lot, did the whole damned thing unbowed and without complaining.

For those gruelling eleven hours, we kept each others' spirits up - keeping a lookout for those who'd gone for a pee or a coffee so they wouldn't lose their space with us, sharing our thoughts and experiences, sweets and biscuits and snacks; and we locals delighted as the "out-of-towners" gawped at the landmark-filled vistas of London and took advantage of the photo-opportunities all along the route.

I compared the camaraderie to that old chestnut "the Blitz spirit" - we were all in it together.

It made the day go by very pleasantly. And what a day! A once-in-a-lifetime experience.

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Friday, 16 September 2022

Dancing Queen

During this period of mourning, everything revolves around thoughts of HM The Queen, methinks.

I have already featured Her Maj's love for Duke Ellington, and The Lambeth Walk, but also among her avowed favourite numbers was this one, to which she and Philip used to love to twirl:

Well, I suppose it is traditional for me to feature dance music to mark the end of another working week...

If the queue ever goes down - curent estimate is up to a 24-hour wait! - I might try and go to pay my respects to Her Majesty. I'm not overly optimistic, mind you.

Thursday, 15 September 2022

Tuesday, 13 September 2022

Cancel culture?

Paddington Bear has railed against the banning of marmalade sandwiches from the gates of Buckingham Palace on GB News.

The bear, beloved by children and adults alike, condemned the ‘woke mob’, ‘cancel culture’ and ‘political correctness’ for the decision to ban people from placing marmalade sandwiches in tribute to the Queen.

Paddington said: “The Britain I know believed in freedom of speech. I didn’t realise we were living in China where laying a sandwich on the ground got you arrested and hauled to the gulag.

“The public has the right to pay their respects however they like. As an immigrant from darkest Peru, I felt honoured by their gesture, until woker-than-thou palace officials stamped on that respect.

“I’m the last one to play the race card but that’s what’s happening here. These are the same people burning statues of Churchill and demanding cycle lanes. Again we see the snarling, sneering faces of the intolerant so-called tolerant left.”

Presenter Nigel Farage said: “The Paddington segment has been a ratings hit for us. We’re going to invite him back for his common sense opinions on Remoaners, the trans community and Meghan Markle.”

The Daily Mash

Of course.

[The "real" story]

Monday, 12 September 2022

Do as you darn well pleasey

Sigh. After what has turned out to be quite a reflective weekend, it's time to steel ourselves to open that laptop and see what joys the world of work is going to bring us...

Among the "revelations" about the late Queen's musical tastes - I covered her "pash" for Duke Ellington on Friday, and the Beeb did a whole programme for her 90th that "discovered" (shock horror) that her preferred choices included songs from several musicals, some hymns, miltary marches, and Gary Barlow, Vera Lynn and George Formby. There was one rousing sing-a-long number mentioned, however, that she liked to dance to in particular.

"Nobody thought it was odd after dinner if we put on a record and all sang Doing the Lambeth Walk, so music has always been part of her life." - Lady Elizabeth Anson

So, on this Tacky Music Monday, let's have a most unexpected version of said choon - courtesy of our own Gallic Patron Saint, Dalida!


I can imagine Ma'am giggling at the incongruity...

Have a good week, dear reader.

Saturday, 10 September 2022

Oh, yes she did!

It's a lesser-known fact that when they were evacuated from Buckingham Palace during WW2 and stayed at the Royal Lodge in Windsor, the Royal Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret loved nothing better than to organise an annual pantomime with children from the Royal School, produced by the school's headmaster Hubert Tannar!

Her love for dressing-up parties and mischief continued well into adulthood, it seems...

Twice a year, the Queen wore evening gown and tiara to judge the staff fancy dress party at Balmoral Castle.

On one occasion, the Queen's dressers asked if they could don their fancy dress before helping her. She walked down to dinner, telling her guests: "I've just been dressed by Queen Victoria... and, I believe, Cheryl Cole!"

Bless her.

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Friday, 9 September 2022

You ain't been blue

As we're all in mourning for Her Majesty the Queen, I thought it somewhat inappropriate to whoop up a party atmosphere in my traditional way to mark the end of a week. Everything's cancelled anyway, including the Last Night of the Proms, so I foresee a quiet weekend afoot.

However, among the acres of coverage across our media, I did discover a surprising fact - that HMQ was a great fan of Mr Duke Ellington [and the feeling was mutual; he even wrote a whole suite for her]!

So here's something appropriate for our national mood:

And here's Ella's vocal version:

You ain't been blue; no, no, no
You ain't been blue
Till you've had that mood indigo
That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes
While I sit and sigh, "Go 'long blues"

RIP, Queen and Duke...

Thursday, 8 September 2022

Saturday, 4 June 2022

A cock in a frock on a rock

Although none of our fellow participants has yet shared any of the numerous photos taken on the occasion, suffice to say that at least at stages in our fun-packed Jubilee Film Club gathering on Thursday, we probably looked a bit like the above audience as we settled down to watch...

...the (almost) appropriately-titled Priscilla, Queen Of The Desert:

...and (a first for me) the hilarious Best in Show!

A great combination, and along with party games and lots of booze, a great way to celebrate Her Majesty's Platinum Jubilee!

Thursday, 2 June 2022

The old Queen disapproved

HM The Queen's Platinum Jubilee celebrations - that's a remarkable seventy years on the throne - starts today, with the Trooping of the Colour (a thousand or more men in uniform waving their weapons around; a dream in the making, if ever there was one), and an extra Bank Holiday for the masses.

We're off for a suitably-themed "Film Club" with the gang, all attired in red, while and blue...

Gawd bless yer, Ma'am!

Wednesday, 1 June 2022

The threat of bunting

A group of neighbours who loathe one another are holding a Jubilee street party out of spite.

Residents on a Colchester housing estate have been locked in an intricate network of bitter feuds for years, and are going ahead with a massive public get-together celebrating the Queen’s Platinum Jubilee as an act of warfare.

Mary Fisher of 34 Snowberry Grove said: “The local Facebook group is all sunshine and happiness, with an unignorable subtext of 45-year grudges and deep-seated hatred.

“When the idea for a street party was first floated by that twat in number 12 nobody wanted to back down. Instead we escalated the conflict with the threat of bunting, cakes, and long trestle tables to sit around despising one another.

“The bitchfest of the century is on. Come the day we’ll all be snidely remarking on each other’s tacky outfits and OTT patriotism. It’ll be like clapping for the NHS all over again.”


Martin Bishop of number 12 said: “Once the party is in full swing I’m going to make a noise complaint to the police. Watching them pack up early and head indoors will be the highlight of my year.

“Serve them right for laughing at my mum’s fairy cakes at the Silver Jubilee. Well who’s laughing now?”

The Daily Mash

Of course.

Thursday, 21 April 2022

For to start the day, you see


Happy 96th bithday, Your Majesty!

As well as raising a toast to our beloved Queen, we British have something else that is intrinsic to our very being to celebrate - for it is National Tea Day!

So let's roll down the rug and get fruggin', you hep cats...

Some folks put much reliance
On politics and science
There's only one hero for me
His praise we should be roaring
The man who thought of pouring
The first boiling water onto tea

I like a nice cup o' tea in the morning
For to start the day, you see
And at 'alf past eleven
Well my idea of 'eaven is a nice cup o' tea

I like a nice cup o' tea with me dinner
And a nice cup o' tea with me tea
And when it's time for bed
There's a lot to be said for a nice cup o' tea

You can talk about your science
And your airships in the sky
I can do without the wireless
And you'll never see me fly
The public benefactor
Of the universe for me
Is the genius that thought of
Pouring water onto tea

I like a nice cup o' tea in the morning
For to start the day, you see
And when I set the breakfast things
Well, my idea of sin is a fourth or a fifth cup o' tea

I like a nice cup o' tea with me dinner
And a nice cup o' tea with me tea
And when it's time for bed
There's a lot to be said for a nice cup o' tea

They say it's not nutritious
But still it is delicious
And that's all that matters to me
It turns your meat to leather
But let's all die together
The one drink in Paradise is tea

I like a nice cup o' tea in the morning
For to start the day, you see
And at 'alf past eleven
Well my idea of 'eaven is a nice cup o' tea

I like a nice cup o' tea with me dinner
And a nice cup o' tea with me tea
And when it's time for bed
As I think I may 'ave said, I'd like a nice cup o' tea

You can talk about your liberties
They talk of women's rights
I don't want to make no speeches
'Cause the one that does is fired
And anyone can 'ave me toast
And chuck it in the sea
But golly, there'd be trouble
If they tried to touch me tea

I like a nice cup o' tea with me dinner
And a nice cup o' tea with me tea
And when it's getting late
Almost anything can wait for a nice cup o' tea

I'll be drinking it all day, sweetie.

Saturday, 1 January 2022

Arise...

...Dame Vanessa Redgrave, Dame Jenny Harries (chief executive of the UK Health Security Agency), Dame June Raine (head of the vaccines regulator MHRA) - and, of course, Dame Patsy Stone Joanna Lumley - coronavirus "heroes" Sir Chris Whitty and Sir Jonathan Van-Tam, broadcaster and former politician Sir Trevor Phillips, filmmaker Sir John Boorman, and [erm] Sir Tony Blair (Order of the Garter); as well as Gold-medal-winning Olympian couple Dame Laura and Sir Jason Kenny. Daniel Craig was made a Companion of the Order of St Michael and St George, and veteran poitician Frank Field becomes a Companion of Honour.

Joining them in getting gongs are Commanders of the Order of the British Empire (CBE) Bernie Taupin, cookery writer Claudia Roden, newsreader and presenter Moira Stuart, "money saving expert" Martin Lewis, and filmmakers Barbara Broccoli, Michael G Wilson, Anthony Horowitz and Paul Greengrass (as well as someone I was close to way back in the 1990s when I was secretary of the Gwent AIDS Support Group, Neil Wooding); Officers of the Order of the British Empire (OBE) June Brown (aka "Dot Cotton"), Bill Roache ("Ken Barlow"), sex god Tom Daley and fellow trunks-wearer Adam Peaty, gardening guru Dan Pearson and Pauline Black of The Selecter; Members of the Order of the British Empire (MBE) Melanie Brown ("Scary Spice"), journalist and presenter Kate Garraway, Tom Daley's synchronised dive partner Matty Lee, dancer Ashley Banjo, Classic FM presenter Margherita Taylor, best-selling author Adele Parks and tennis champion Emma Raducanu.

Congratulations, all!

My Damehood is obviously still in the post. Again.

HM The Queen's New Year Honours List 2022

Saturday, 12 June 2021

Arise...

...Dame Prue Leith, Sir Jonathan Pryce, Dame Arlene Phillips (of "Hot Gossip" choreography fame), and Our Patron Saint of Shout, Lulu (Kennedy-Cairns) CBE!

Joining them among the 1,129 awardees in HM The Queen’s Birthday Honours today are - CBE: tennis pundit Sue Barker, TV's Crimewatch host Nick Ross and the legendary Rick Wakeman; OBE: Skin (of Skunk Anansie), Julian Lloyd Webber and poet Lemn Sissay; and MBE: Englebert Humperdinck, trumpeter Jess Gillam, BBC Wales "easy listening" show host Beverley Humphreys and former Radios 1 and 2 stalwart Simon Mayo...

...and, last but not least, house fave here at Dolores Delargo Towers Alison Moyet MBE!

Congratulations, all.


Postscript:

Today also happens to be World Gin Day!

Clink, clink, dear reader...