I met the Queen
....when I was about 4 or 5. She visited my school, and for reasons known only to the teachers, the entire school had to dress up Victorian-style for her visit - not just us kids, you understand, the classrooms were also decorated and the teachers put on an all-singing, all-dancing musical spectacular for Her Highness. I do have one theory that due to a breakdown of communication, the organisers believed it was actually the reanimated corpse of Queen Victoria that was visiting - who knows?

Anyway, my memories of it consist of rather haunting visions of my teachers singing 'Daisy, Daisy' while swaying and waving their hands and me getting angry because my parents wouldn't let me wear a flatcap even though all my friends had one (they were too common, apparently).

But I'm getting to the point. My particular job was to sit on the grass and play marbles - a challenging task, of course. I have no recollection of the next part, but I'm told by all relatives present that one such marble became temporarily misplaced, and Queen Lizzy, having just wandered over, pointed and said "It's over there!".

So there you go. Queen Elizabeth II helped me when I lost my marbles.
(The Worminator I have discovered that Quavers are nice, Mon 7 Aug 2006, 11:41, Reply)