A survival guide to the Coronation – for those who don’t care.
Have you made your coronation quiche yet? Got your Union Jack paper plates and bunting at the ready? Have you memorised your lines for the pledge of allegiance? If not, I don’t blame you, because neither have I. With the whole country preparing to crown the next King, I’m beginning to question, is this all really necessary?
Many royalists contend that celebrating the coronation
parades the greatness of Great Britain. Without sounding too cynical, what is
so great about Britain right now? Is it the nearly 14 million people in absolute
poverty as of 2022? Or the 2 million people relying on food banks? What about
the 12 hours+ A&E wait times? Doesn’t sound too great to me. With the
country in despair, celebrating one mega rich family seems rather tone-deaf.
Now, you might be thinking I’m being a bit harsh on the Windsors,
they aren’t all to blame for this austerity. Perhaps not. But all this grandeur
is very reminiscent of Boris Johnson burning a £50 note in front of a homeless man. With more than 20% of the country’s population
facing absolute poverty, and that figure only forecasted to grow, celebrating
the existence of the super-rich feels like a kick in the teeth.
With the Union Jack and Charlie’s face being plastered on
every shop window, TV advert, and magazine, here are some ideas on how you can
spend your 6th May, if like me, you don’t care for the royals:
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Don’t switch it on – unless you want to poke fun
at rich people dressing up to have a big fancy tea party. But it’s probably
worth it to just give it a miss. You could watch Man City play Leeds on Sky
Sports at 15:00, maybe put on Netflix. Whatever it is, perhaps ignore BBC this
weekend.
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Indulge in some real British culture – let's
face it, the royal family simply isn’t reflective of quintessential British
life. Blast some Oasis, pour some proper Yorkshire Tea, and pop down to your
local chippy. It's time we stop pretending that being British is all posh and
pomp.
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Steer clear of gammons – if you don’t know, gammon
is a term used to describe middle-aged, GBNews-watching bigots who are for some
reason perpetually red from sunburn, hence the name gammon. You know, the type
to complain about too many Spanish people in Spain. Facebook is a breeding
ground for this type of person, and they’ll be out in full this weekend. Reading
gammon comments can be upsetting, tiring and I’m convinced causes minor brain damage, so for your own sanity, avoid Facebook and Twitter like the plague
this Saturday.
If you don’t do any of these things this weekend, that’s fine,
but one thing I implore you to do is not pledge allegiance. As a
nation, we’ve been so kindly invited to swear an oath of allegiance to the new
King. In civilised countries, the leader swears their allegiance to the people,
but here on Insane Island, it’s us the people who must pledge our undying fidelity
to a family of creepy old billionaires. Now, I understand that this guide is
neither neutral nor unbiased, however, neither is the leader of a nation being elected
solely through birthright.
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