Archive for the ‘princess diana’ Category
I’m currently working on a family history project to do with the end of the British Empire, which is how come I found this time-line on a website I stumbled across yesterday called Nations’ MemoryBank. It’s the first part of an overview of the 20th Century, running just over the millennium border up to the present, and what a peculiar overview it is – I thought it was satirical at first glance. The ‘supported by the Daily Telegraph’ logo at the bottom may give a clue as to why the historical landmarks featured have been picked out (I haven’t edited them in any way – there’s nothing between the events listed below). I have taken the liberty of [reading between the lines in square brackets]…
|2005||Suicide bombers kill 52 people on London’s transport system [be afraid of foreigners]Civil partnerships give same-sex couples legal rights [uh oh, gays]|
|2001||Islamic terrorists crash aircraft on targets in New York and Washington [be very afraid of foreigners, they cause disasters]|
|1997||Labour wins the general election, with Tony Blair as Prime Minister [what a disaster]Diana, Princess of Wales, dies in a car crash in Paris [another disaster, probably caused by drunk foreigners – they’re such crap drivers even when they’re sober]|
|1994||First women priests are ordained by the Church of England [uh oh, women]|
|1992||Channel Tunnel opens, linking London and Paris by rail [oh no, we’re connected to foreigners now]|
|1984||12-month ‘Miners’ Strike’ over pit closures begins [uh oh, workers]IRA bombers strike at the Conservative conference in Brighton [be afraid of foreigners]|
|1982||Argentina invades the British territory of the Falkland Islands [more bloody foreigners]|
|1981||Racial tensions spark riots in Brixton and other areas [uh oh, blacks]|
|1979||Conservative Margaret Thatcher becomes Britain’s first female Prime Minister [a ray of hope]IRA kill the Queen’s cousin Lord Mountbatten [be afraid of foreigners]|
|1978/1979||Strikes paralyse Britain during the so-called ‘Winter of Discontent’ [uh oh, unions]|
|1978||World’s first test-tube baby is born in Oldham [uh oh, scientists]|
|1973||Britain joins the European Economic Community [be afraid of foreigners – they’ll rob us of our sovereignity…]|
|1971||Decimalised currency replaces ‘pounds, shillings and pence’ […and our heritage – it makes much more sense to count in twelves]|
Just finished watching Stephen Frears’ film ‘The Queen’ – well made and moving. Reminds me of two times my path crossed royalty.
The other occasion was when I met Prince Phillip at a Barnardo’s conference at the Queen Elizabeth Conference Centre in Westminster (The Wife’s Conference Centre for him i guess). Somehow I knew, even when he was right over the other side of the room, that he was going to come over to me. His yellow teeth would have been stinky on anyone less rich. He asked me what I was doing there, I explained I made films for Barnardo’s. “Do they pay you properly then?” he asked with his famous tact.
The Queen I’ve only ever seen when I walked onto Fleet Street one day only to see the whole royal family drive by on their way back from Saint Paul’s from some kind of memorial service.
I remembered, watching the movie, being in Nevers in France when Charles married Diana and not being bothered to watch the wedding, which surprised my French hosts. I had vague republican tendencies even at that tender age.
The night Diana died I had been at a party at Maggie O’Kane‘s in Tufnell Park. I heard the sad news at around 5 in the morning on the radio in my bed at 19 Carleton Road – where, the following week in the living room I watched the funeral procession leaving London through Hendon and my childhood manor. When I went back to Maggie’s house the next day to pick up something, her husband John Mullen, also a Guardian journo, already had a conspiracy theory. That’s journos for you.
It must have been that Sunday we were in town, lunching at an Italian restaurant in Covent Garden, when I read one of the Sunday papers, the Mail i think – inside was the usual critical stuff about Diana (less topical, more feature-type pieces), in direct contrast to the breaking news on the front which was already canonising her. That’s journos for you.
As Blair says in the film, she made a lot of people happy. And she did a lot of good. So I suppose it’s good to have those strange days captured in this film. Those strange days when my Irish Republican sister-in-law went down to the sea of flowers at Buckingham Palace.