It’s the lovely jubbly Jubilee soon, I can’t believe we’re such a great progressive nation and have now decided to collectively and democratically celebrate 60 years of Queen. A random but great choice. In those sixty years they released some real gems. I loved that song… the one that went really fast:
I’m a shooting star leaping through the skies
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I’m a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I’m gonna go go go
There’s no stopping me
I’m burning through the skies Yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That’s why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I’m trav’ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man of you
Oh, hang on…. what do you mean it’s not a celebration of the legend Freddie Mercury who brought so much unparalleled joy to all of our lives? You’re sure about that?
Okay, you’re right, 60 years seems a bit long ago for such a flamboyant tash and the tight leather.
So this Jubilee is celebrating what exactly?
Really? YOU DON’T SAY! Some people are really celebrating the crowning of an unelected tyrant, the pinion of the armed forces, a thieving bunch of treacherous manipulative bullies who smile and beguile with the likes of Robert Mugabe, just because they’re told to? A grubby family who simply take millions to lord it over a nation, whilst women are withheld vital cancer treatments (herceptin) because it’s deemed too expensive, old age pensioners freeze in their homes because fuel prices aren’t sufficiently subsidised and unemployment soars. That doesn’t sound like much to celebrate or make much sense, does it? Can’t be right of such a great nation!
Well, how about those of us not our knees slap some Killer Queen on instead and all dance around in yellow leather jackets?
Who’s with me?
Ah, no one. Oh, well just an idea!
Ramblings of Tom Conrad.