We were fortunate enough to receive the Queen's thoughts on how the day went....
What I Did in the Holidays
By The Queen
One day me and Phillip did be going on a outing to The Norwich. That day Phillip saidid that I could not call him daddy like I doed at home. I was very excited and I weared mine best clothes. I did want to not wear my shoes but Phillip said I was being silly and said I might standed on a syringe leaved by a poor person.
When we did get to the Norwich, some people shew around a place that was called Pizza Express and they shew me some pictures on a magical telly. I think it was electric. Then me and Phillip hadded to walk along a road (Phillip said it was safe just this once because the cars were far away) while some common people stood and rounded us of applause.
With the common people there were very few a many that did not rounding of applausing. At first I think they did mean to me, but Phillip called them a bad word so I knowed they must have been from foreign. The people from foreign had a big present of a very tall wooden necklace for me, but the men and ladies of police with sticks stopped me from having it. It didn’t be fair. The people did make me hear them shout at me though. They saidid some funny things. They said I was a blood sucking parchute. I thoughted they meaned some other words. Aswell they said many words that I don’t know yet in English, like “scum” and “cunt”. It thinked they meaned I was pretty. One lady say I dodged taxis and she did tell the truth, taxis are drived by dirty poor men and sometimes ladies. I like the foreign people and their new ways. I be glad I they think am a “cunt”.
By The Queen
One day me and Phillip did be going on a outing to The Norwich. That day Phillip saidid that I could not call him daddy like I doed at home. I was very excited and I weared mine best clothes. I did want to not wear my shoes but Phillip said I was being silly and said I might standed on a syringe leaved by a poor person.
When we did get to the Norwich, some people shew around a place that was called Pizza Express and they shew me some pictures on a magical telly. I think it was electric. Then me and Phillip hadded to walk along a road (Phillip said it was safe just this once because the cars were far away) while some common people stood and rounded us of applause.
With the common people there were very few a many that did not rounding of applausing. At first I think they did mean to me, but Phillip called them a bad word so I knowed they must have been from foreign. The people from foreign had a big present of a very tall wooden necklace for me, but the men and ladies of police with sticks stopped me from having it. It didn’t be fair. The people did make me hear them shout at me though. They saidid some funny things. They said I was a blood sucking parchute. I thoughted they meaned some other words. Aswell they said many words that I don’t know yet in English, like “scum” and “cunt”. It thinked they meaned I was pretty. One lady say I dodged taxis and she did tell the truth, taxis are drived by dirty poor men and sometimes ladies. I like the foreign people and their new ways. I be glad I they think am a “cunt”.
On the 17th July 2002, Norwich was honoured by a visit from HRH the Queen as part of her Golden Jubilee tour.
A group of about ten black clad demonstrators hauled a guillotine, topped with a crowned head on a stick and a ‘This Way Ma’am’ sign into the city centre – without any trouble from the boys in blue! Having been on more fluffy demos where flag poles have been confiscated as offensive weapons, I must say I was concerned at the police’s blasé attitude towards the safety of our monarch…
Having skulked around in the background for a while, we realised that Norwich coppers are that thick we could have bee carrying a real guillotine for all they cared. We then set ourselves up on a main street to distribute anti-royal propaganda and received loads of positive feedback, some confused looks and lots of excitement from some French tourists. We then made our way to Norwich’s pathetic excuse for a library (sorry – The Forum) which the Queen was opening (a few months too late – and she could at least have brought some books to put in it). To our complete surprise we managed to disperse ourselves throughout the crowds (by the way, hardly an impressive turnout your Majesty; yes there were quite a few people there but hardly hordes of loyal subjects, more like a few kiddies who had been offered the choice of school or waving a flag, the usual lunch break crowds and the regulation OAPs).
By the time the Queen and her rancid husband had their little walkabout, there were troublemakers dotted all around and she tottered along to screams of “rich scum” and “parasite”, some people even managed to shout right in her face! And the biggest shock of all – no arrests!
After she had hauled her blood sucking butt out of our fair city and we had finished explaining to the usual idiots that no, actually it wasn’t us they should be telling to get proper jobs, thanks all the same, we returned to Gentleman’s Walk to hand out leaflets before packing up. We decided to leave the guillotine and ‘This Way Ma’am’ sign on the steps of City Hall to let the Council see what the people of Norwich think of them making such scum welcome in our city. The next day the local rag reported no problems (surprise surprise) except for a contentious few with a ‘Tax Dodger’ sign (ah, that’ll be the “we don’t talk to anarchists, get your stinking black flag out of here” SWP won’t it?). A police spokeman said they had “not been aware of any trouble”. Ah well, at least Her Majesty can’t have failed to notice us.
A group of about ten black clad demonstrators hauled a guillotine, topped with a crowned head on a stick and a ‘This Way Ma’am’ sign into the city centre – without any trouble from the boys in blue! Having been on more fluffy demos where flag poles have been confiscated as offensive weapons, I must say I was concerned at the police’s blasé attitude towards the safety of our monarch…
Having skulked around in the background for a while, we realised that Norwich coppers are that thick we could have bee carrying a real guillotine for all they cared. We then set ourselves up on a main street to distribute anti-royal propaganda and received loads of positive feedback, some confused looks and lots of excitement from some French tourists. We then made our way to Norwich’s pathetic excuse for a library (sorry – The Forum) which the Queen was opening (a few months too late – and she could at least have brought some books to put in it). To our complete surprise we managed to disperse ourselves throughout the crowds (by the way, hardly an impressive turnout your Majesty; yes there were quite a few people there but hardly hordes of loyal subjects, more like a few kiddies who had been offered the choice of school or waving a flag, the usual lunch break crowds and the regulation OAPs).
By the time the Queen and her rancid husband had their little walkabout, there were troublemakers dotted all around and she tottered along to screams of “rich scum” and “parasite”, some people even managed to shout right in her face! And the biggest shock of all – no arrests!
After she had hauled her blood sucking butt out of our fair city and we had finished explaining to the usual idiots that no, actually it wasn’t us they should be telling to get proper jobs, thanks all the same, we returned to Gentleman’s Walk to hand out leaflets before packing up. We decided to leave the guillotine and ‘This Way Ma’am’ sign on the steps of City Hall to let the Council see what the people of Norwich think of them making such scum welcome in our city. The next day the local rag reported no problems (surprise surprise) except for a contentious few with a ‘Tax Dodger’ sign (ah, that’ll be the “we don’t talk to anarchists, get your stinking black flag out of here” SWP won’t it?). A police spokeman said they had “not been aware of any trouble”. Ah well, at least Her Majesty can’t have failed to notice us.
Whilst the campaign to get The Sex Pistol's God Save the Queen to number one in time for the festivities seems to have fallen flat, it's still worth downloading at only 89p. And for the same price, it's definitely worth a listen to I Fucked the Queen by The Thlyds , if only for the immortal lines "I tried to give up fucking royals for Lent, Then I blew it by fucking Princess Michael of Kent"
For those of you looking for alternatives to the usual Jubilee street parties, in London there is New Cross Fuck the Jubilee on Sunday 3rd, as well as Sailor Jerry's Anti-Jubilee Punk Party on the same day and Republic have organized a Jubilee Protest. Newcastle is hosting a Stuff the Jubilee Party on the Monday. A free newspaper, The Great Frock 'n' Roll Swindle has been bought out and is available from various stockists across the country. If you hear of any other events, please let us know . If you are hosting an anti-Jubilee party, why not check out our compilation of anti-Royal anthems?
The number of anti Jubilee events is disappointing. And so we hark back to a simpler time, when people really knew how to show figureheads such as Her Majesty the level of respect they deserve. So here, from issue 2 of Now or Never! is the tale of how the people of Norwich (well, some of us) welcomed the Queen during her last Jubilee....
For those of you looking for alternatives to the usual Jubilee street parties, in London there is New Cross Fuck the Jubilee on Sunday 3rd, as well as Sailor Jerry's Anti-Jubilee Punk Party on the same day and Republic have organized a Jubilee Protest. Newcastle is hosting a Stuff the Jubilee Party on the Monday. A free newspaper, The Great Frock 'n' Roll Swindle has been bought out and is available from various stockists across the country. If you hear of any other events, please let us know . If you are hosting an anti-Jubilee party, why not check out our compilation of anti-Royal anthems?
The number of anti Jubilee events is disappointing. And so we hark back to a simpler time, when people really knew how to show figureheads such as Her Majesty the level of respect they deserve. So here, from issue 2 of Now or Never! is the tale of how the people of Norwich (well, some of us) welcomed the Queen during her last Jubilee....
Well it's finally upon us....
Yes, it's the weekend that is responsible for every supermarket employee sporting red and blue boppers upon their heads, Union Jack bunting being proudly displayed in every shop window and for the fact every other news story is sycophantic crooning over the Royal Family. Whilst everyone loves a Bank Holiday and being allowed the "privilege" of using your own street for a community event is clearly an opportunity not to be missed, the source of all this fun and frivolity is not to forgotten. We live in a time of austerity and to be granted two extra days off work to celebrate the fact that we've been working to keep some rich bitch in the manner to which she is accustomed for the last 60 years is a slap in the face masquerading as a kindness. It's doubly insulting given it comes a year after the nation was expected to rejoice at a couple of parasites getting married in the most ostentatious manner whilst the majority of us struggle to make ends meet, and shortly before the farce that is the 2012 Olympics. What a pile of utter wank.
FUCK
THE
JUBILEE!
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