When Her Majesty the Queen visited the Isle of Wight in 1965 (I think) I was working an afternoon shift in a Shanklin hotel. They were about to close the main road to traffic and my single decker bus was the last vehicle allowed through. I was the only one on it so I sat up front. To my embarrassment the streets were lined with people who were bored with waiting. They clapped, cheered and waved their flags as I drove by. I was a very shy teenager so it took a bit of cajoling from the driver -'Go on, luv. Give 'em a wave' - to get me to forget my red face and do the 'regal wave'
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic
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Another week, another Tory MP sex scandal!
Nicola Sturgeon’s husband Peter Murrell re-arrested over SNP finances.