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Hello Drew Payne,
I am glad your creative juices are flowing right now, but as I mentioned to Wombat Bill, I haven't read very much in the last year or so. Rest assured I have booked marked you also and yours will be some of the first on my list to read. May the force remain with you.
A short anecdote for you. Do you recall the nursery rhyme: Pussycat, pussycat, where have you been? I've been up to London to visit the Queen.
It just so happened, that I was in London on a weeks leave from United Nations duties (UNEF II) in Egypt on the 12th of February 1976. My two friends and I were staying at the new 'Union Jack Club'. As we were having a few room temperature beer, a novel concept to any, true Canadian beer connoisseur, a British Colonel came up to us in the bar and asked if we were guests of the club? We replied yes and gobsmacked us, when he asked if we would like to meet 'Her Majesty The Queen', who was stopping by in an hour or so, to officially open the newly finished club. To make a long story short, we changed into uniform, chugged our beers(no booze while she was there). She came to our table, asked about our UN duties, where we lived and how we liked London? She spent, 15-20 min talking to us. I can close my eyes and still see her face and hear her voice as if it just happened yesterday.
To this day, if someone asks me what I did on my first leave in London? I smile and start off with a nursery rhyme....
Note: and to think all this happened just before you were born.
Just so you know, this is a true story and really, really did happen.
Wow what an amazing story (Forgive me if I steal it for a future story idea). My mother was a great Royalist and would have loved to met the Queen like that. The nearest she got was sitting at the same table as Princess Ann, at a conference.
I have heard many rumours about the Union Jack Club, and I always wondered if they were true?
I'm afraid that this site has got my age wrong. When you were meeting the Queen, I was ten years old and dying in the heatwave that was that summer. My mother's beloved garden died and turned brown, and our dog got B.O.
Sorry it's taken me awhile to get back to you, I've been busy writing an article.