Dear oh dear oh dear.
The BBC is in trouble.
You just can’t win, can you? If they had dedicated one channel and put football or something on the other they would have been accused of being disrespectful, and the hords would have descended with their banners accusing the Beeb of trivialising the event.
I confess I was mildly surprised at their three television channels being taken over for the entire night. But then I rarely watch BBC unless there’s a good drama on, which is rare enough these days.
We watched “The Madness of King George” instead. We had seen it before but it was well worth a repeat. Nigel Hawthorne was brilliant in the titular role.
Somehow, and it was by complete accident, the film was remarkably appropriate for the evening that was in it – the story of a completely useless foppish Prince of Wales desperately trying to get his hands on the crown by declaring his father as unfit to run the country. I wonder if Charles has seen the film?
I can’t help but wonder what will happen when the Queen kicks it. Not only will the BBC show non-stop tributes and documentaries for an entire fortnight, but every viewer will be obliged by law to hang black drapes around their television screens. Naturally no one else will be allowed die during the Fortnight of National Mourning in case they steal the thunder. And contrary to the belief of many, she will peg it sooner or later. After all, she’s been on that throne virtually my entire life and I retired ages ago.
I confess I am a little intrigued at her vacating her position, as is inevitable one way or another.
What happens next?