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May God bless Her Majesty for eternity.
Last year the queen was enthroned for the 23rd time in Madame Tussauds’ waxworks. Her latest royal likeness took 800 hours to create. Invites for her Platinum Jubilee went out this year in May.
July, her decree to save Buckingham Palace’s grass sidelined Elton John from his normal arrival. He finally showed up via golf cart. And wore more diamonds than she.
Her favorite sip, Dubonnet. Favorite dessert, mint chocolate ice cream. Favored grandchild, Prince Edward’s little girl. Known trait? Thrifty. No unnecessary lights remained on in Buckingham.
An eternity ago — in a civilization long gone — comedian Bob Hope told a young reporter — me — about the fun of being with Her Majesty. “Fun?” I said. “What can you possibly mean ‘fun?’ ”
He said, “I’ve been with Queen Elizabeth many times. The queen would walk through Buckingham’s stiff official halls with me. Pointing to severe-looking, stern, unsmiling portraits lining the walls. The royal ancestors. She’d poke a little fun at them.
