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GOOD Grief ❤️ Harry & William Reunited @ Prince Philip’s Funeral 👏 Don’t Let Him Leave 🇬🇧

 

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Prince Philip Coffin Lowered to Royal Vault EXPLAINED​



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😳 WATCH 👀 BBC Unforgivable Prince Philip Coverage 🤬 Indefensible Unprofessionalism😡 £3B Disgrace​

 

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Prince Philip joins 24 other Royals in the vault under St George's Chapel before he moves to a side chapel with the Queen when she dies

Prince Philip joins 24 other Royals in the vault under St George's Chapel

Prince Philip has joined 24 other members of the Royal Family lying in the vault under St George's Chapel. His body will remain there until transferred by lift upstairs to a side chapel when the Queen dies. Then the devoted couple can be laid together - in the same final resting place as her father, George VI, her mother and with the ashes of the Queen's sister, Princess Margaret.
 

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RICHARD LITTLEJOHN: Every picture tells a story... and this joyous image taken on The Mall when a young Philip Mountbatten married his princess shows who we could be again

By RICHARD LITTLEJOHN FOR THE DAILY MAIL
14 April 2021

There was one picture in particular which stood out for me in the blanket coverage of the life and times of the Duke of Edinburgh. And, no, it didn't feature Phil the Greek himself.

It was the reproduction of a joyous photograph from the Daily Mail on November 21, 1947. The image could have been the inspiration for one of my favourite Randy Newman songs, Jolly Coppers On Parade. But, obviously, it wasn't.

Taken on The Mall when a young Philip Mountbatten married his princess, the lovely Lilibet, it showcased seven Metropolitan Police officers linking arms and laughing their caps and helmets off as they corralled the crowds straining to get a glimpse of the couple.

There was one picture in particular which stood out for me in the blanket coverage of the life and times of the Duke of Edinburgh

There was one picture in particular which stood out for me in the blanket coverage of the life and times of the Duke of Edinburgh

On the right, there's a nervous-looking, fresh-faced bobby straight out of Hendon training college. It could have been my father. Dad joined the Met after serving in the Royal Navy during World War II. Until yesterday, I have never wondered where he was on our future Queen's wedding day. But since he was stationed at Fulham, four miles down the road, he must have been on duty.

Police leave would have been cancelled for the country's special day of celebration, which Winston Churchill described as 'a flash of colour on the hard road we have to travel'.

So he was probably there or thereabouts, as the pundits say on Match Of The Day.

It wasn't the pomp and circumstance which struck me, but the smiling faces of the people who had turned out to wish the couple well.

The Arthur Askey NHS specs, the formidable matron in matching frock, cardy and fur-trimmed titfer. To adapt another Randy Newman lyric, this is my country, these are my people . . .

OK, so I wasn't born for another seven years. But this is the England, the Great Britain, which made me.

Which is where the royals come in. After a lifetime of agnosticism, at best, and, at worst, outright hostility towards the institution of the monarchy, in my old age I'm beginning to see the point. Whether that will endure beyond the lifetime of Her Maj remains to be seen.

The then Princess Elizabeth is pictured with her new husband Philip Mountbatten as they leave Buckingham Palace for their honeymoon

The then Princess Elizabeth is pictured with her new husband Philip Mountbatten as they leave Buckingham Palace for their honeymoon

My colleague of more than 40 years, Peter Hitchens, wrote a glorious column in the Mail on Sunday drawing parallels between Prince Philip and his own father, a former naval commander.

My old man served on the Russian convoys, too, in a less exalted but equally important capacity. What he had in common with Philip, and Peter's dad, and most other men of his generation was an abiding appreciation of duty, of propriety, of chivalry, of modesty, as well as a wicked sense of humour — never bettered than in Spike Milligan's hilarious wartime memoirs.

Dad was a couple of years younger than Philip, and though he had claret and blue blood, as a consequence of being brought up in the shadow of West Ham football ground, when it came to what really matters he shared the same blue blooded traits as the Duke — love, respect and support for the women in his life uppermost.

Mum, too, is a contemporary of Her Maj. In later years, whenever I've seen the Royal couple they have reminded me of my parents, even though they hail from completely different backgrounds. And that has to be the purpose of the monarchy. To reinforce the ties that bind.

On the day of the Diamond Jubilee, in 2012, Mum rang me to say: 'I've just seen your friend on television, on top of Buckingham Palace.'

'Eh?'

'You know. Bugsy.'

On the day of the Diamond Jubilee, in 2012 (pictured), Mum rang me to say: 'I've just seen your friend on television, on top of Buckingham Palace'

On the day of the Diamond Jubilee, in 2012 (pictured), Mum rang me to say: 'I've just seen your friend on television, on top of Buckingham Palace'
'Bugsy?'


'From Gerry's, in Soho. The singer. I met his mother at your book launch.'

'You mean Suggs?'

'Yes. He's on the roof at Buckingham Palace.'

I turned on the TV and there was Suggsy bouncing around on top of Buck House with the rest of Madness.

Welcome to the House of Fun.

That piece of surreal, er, madness was about 200 yards down the road from the very spot the photo of the crowd was taken in 1947. But it could have been yesterday. Sure, we're more ethnically diverse these days. The Old Bill aren't the Jolly Coppers of popular imagination, simply citizens in uniform. These days, they'd be kitted out in hi-viz riot gear and that matron would have had her face shoved into the ground for breaching the anti-Covid cordon.

Underneath it all, though, I cling to the hope that we're still the same people. That was reinforced by the procession of black cabs in The Mall, an echo of the way in which London dockers — my grandfather among them — dipped their cranes along the Thames on the morning of Churchill's funeral.

The best way we can honour Prince Philip is not to lament the fact that he's one of the last of a dying breed, but to rediscover the qualities he brought to the party.

I turned on the TV and there was Suggsy bouncing around on top of Buck House with the rest of Madness (pictured)

I turned on the TV and there was Suggsy bouncing around on top of Buck House with the rest of Madness (pictured)

Let's junk the introspective, social-media fuelled, self-pitying, self-centred, onanistic cult of victimhood. Let's dismiss the cancellation fascism, and the corporate cowardice and opportunism which underpins it, with ridicule and the contempt it deserves.

The mentally ill Twitterati even tried to destroy Britain's most-loved actor Sir David Jason over some harmless remarks dating back to . . . actually, who cares?

It's time to challenge the politically motivated, pant-wetting hysterics who pretend that Prince Philip's generation were all racist, sexist, homophobic bigots.

They weren't. Far from it. Philip, through his pioneering Duke of Edinburgh's Award scheme, brought people of all faiths and colours together; played uncomplaining second fiddle to his wife and blessed his gay cousin's single-sex marriage.

The greatest tribute we can pay to the Duke and his generation is to honour the freedoms they won through their sacrifices, to extract our heads from our own backsides and stop picking the fluff from our own navels.

To celebrate self-deprecation, the ability to laugh at ourselves and others — without fear of the 'hate crime' lynch mob.

Let's put proper bobbies back on the beat, instead of patrolling the internet for the kind of 'inappropriate language' which would today lead to them nicking the Duke of Edinburgh in his prime.

Let's look at that wonderful photograph from 1947 and remind ourselves who we were, and who some of us hope we still are.
And who we can be again.

The other picture which I loved was Philip chatting up Hollywood madwoman Gwyneth Paltrow. Far be it from me to suggest that either of them had conscious coupling on their mind.

The other picture which I loved was Philip chatting up Hollywood madwoman Gwyneth Paltrow

The other picture which I loved was Philip chatting up Hollywood madwoman Gwyneth Paltrow

But, at 80-something, he was still in full lounge lizard mode and she was lapping it up. There's hope for us all.

The photo lends itself to the Mail Letters speech bubble treatment.

But after playing with every possible permutation of eggs and candles, I've failed to come up with any caption which could be printed in a family newspaper . . .
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Meghan Thee Stallion's previous pregnancy didn't stop her flying to New York for a baby shower. So it's a shame she can't be on parade at her husband Harry Markle's grandfather's funeral.

Plus, the couple's 'Thank you for your service' tribute is merely a lazy cliche in the U.S., doled out as a matter of course to anyone in the military.

Right up there with 'Have a nice day'.

RICHARD LITTLEJOHN: Picture taken when young Philip married his princess shows who we could be again | Daily Mail Online
 

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The Queen returns to work for first time since her husband's funeral

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She spoke to the ambassadors of Latvia and Ivory Coast via Zoom