I'm not so sure. The memory of that long week still haunts me. Feelings were running so high that I genuinely fear for my physical safety if I had actually expressed a mildly negative opinion about the death of the Royal Brood Mare. I spent at least two weeks walking round with a fixed, mild and neutral expression, staring fixedly ahead and keeping my big fat mouth firmly clamped closed.
I recall getting on a bus in South London and the driver suddenly burst into tears and began to gush about the "loss". A bus driver, FFS.
It was a very scary, deeply unsettling and very un-British time and not something I want to experience again in a hurry.
I'm not so sure. The memory of that long week still haunts me. Feelings were running so high that I genuinely fear for my physical safety if I had actually expressed a mildly negative opinion about the death of the Royal Brood Mare. I spent at least two weeks walking round with a fixed, mild and neutral expression, staring fixedly ahead and keeping my big fat mouth firmly clamped closed.
ReplyDeleteI recall getting on a bus in South London and the driver suddenly burst into tears and began to gush about the "loss". A bus driver, FFS.
It was a very scary, deeply unsettling and very un-British time and not something I want to experience again in a hurry.
"I recall getting on a bus in South London and the driver suddenly burst into tears and began to gush about the "loss"."
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"I recall getting on a bus in South London and the driver suddenly burst into tears and began to gush about the "loss". A bus driver, FFS."
ReplyDeleteJust be glad he was a bus driver and not a pilot or a surgeon.