
It was the summer of the Queen's Golden Jubilee.
I was boating on the Thames with my friend, LawfulGoodofCowplain. We moored up in order to go for a pub lunch when a Thames ferry went past. This was of itself not an uncommon occurrence.
What makes it remarkable is that there was a live band on board that was playing Sex Pistols numbers to the seething mass of middle-aged punk rockers on board. Presumably the boat had been chartered specially as a Golden Jubilee celebration by people who could have been old enough and wise enough to know better.
LGoC's small children asked, "How come, Daddy, that both you and Uncle Goat know all the words?"
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