It was suggested recently that I’m not normal.
I do not have my finger on the pulse of the nation apparently.
The conversational topic that resulted in this revelation was the death of Prince Philip.
To clarify, these are my thoughts on the death of a very old, rich man;
- I’m a republican, not a royalist, not the American sort of republican obviously.
- I think the queen is very good at queening.
- Her family is a mess.
- I’m very sorry for her loss, sorry that she is now without her life partner.
- I’m sad that he missed getting a telegram from his Mrs on the occasion of his 100th birthday. So close, damn.
- I met Mr and Mrs Queen one time in 1977, she seemed bored, he was interested and fun.
- I’m sorry he wasn’t rude to me, I feel left out, a missed opportunity, a situation that can never be rectified.
- His funeral was fantastic, poor queenie.
- If Land Rover was a person they’ll still be squealing with delight.
- I don’t get the out pouring of grief by the public.
GorJus suggested that I’m the weird one, that my thoughts are too at odds with the rest of the country for me to understand the depth of national feeling.
Really.
Most of my friends were also unaffected, grief wise, so are we all odd?
I accept that this may well be the case.
However, I now insist that in my studio, and in my home, I am the reference point for average.
Please see the brand positioning diagram below indicating my position in case you need a visualisation tool.
The hearts represent friends who will remain nameless.
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