Congratulations and Jubilations

It had been done.
The deed.
It's done.
Romeo Done.
The Eagle Landed.
 I SAW THE QUEEN (and not just on TV)!


Yes, two weekends ago it was the event I have waited for since the Royal Wedding last year. The Diamond Jubilee. I went with my good friend Lucy Keirl to the events in London and can confirm that 'the rain didn't dampen our spirits'. (If I heard one more news reporter say that I was going to punch them).

Sunday brought the Thames River Pageant and I can safely say it was incredible. We waited for around 6 hours down by Tower Bridge, waiting for good ol' Liz to bring the booze cruise down to us. As cliched as it sounds the atmosphere was incredible and we were surrounded by a great group of people and, luckily, a man with an Ipad, meaning, when our view wasn't blocked by other people's heads craning to get a glimpse of what Kate was wearing, we could watch the whole thing as it came up the river. By the end of the Jubilations on Sunday, we were soaked. I think if I had jumped in the Thames I would have been drier. Anyway as I say, 'it didn't dampen our spirits' and we returned home very happy albeit ridiculously tired. 

Monday was Gary Barlow's special day-the Diamond Jubilee Concert. Again, we arrived nice and early to make sure we could get a nice slice of the action and unbelievably we were actually close. So close that out of the half a million people on the Mall, we were about 10 rows from the front! It was the greatest night I have ever had and even better, I can now say I have seen Stevie Wonder sing happy birthday to the Queen on her Diamond Jubilee. Amazing.

Tuesday was the official, everybody must act seriously, thanksgiving day. We first set up camp by Trafalgar Square and I was so close to Kate off of Kate and Wills that if there is a pregnancy announcement anytime soon, it was probably me. I am convinced that the actual Queen waved directly at me and said: "Rorie, I am your Mother" but unfortunately nobody else heard so my claim to the throne will have to wait for another day. Later came the carriage procession along Whitehall and again more flag-waving and standing on tip-toes but another incredible day! 

All in all it was a fantastic weekend! And, your majesty, happy birthday for your Diamond Jubilee. 

Jumpers And Crowns For S/S 2012

Right, if it hadn't been decided that charity shopping is the new designer I am deciding it now! Today after school I popped into the local Cancer Research shop with Mum because we were at a bit of a loose end and I have ended up with the most incredible jumper. EVER. Who needs Bond Street when you can have Sleaford High Street?! Anyway attached is a picture of me with said jumper and my crown. The Jubilee is only two weeks away! In Jubilee news the first few strands of an alleged 'sea' of bunting went up in my town, Sleaford today. The town newspaper reported a few weeks ago that Sleaford would be 'awash with bunting' for the Jubilee weekend and for when the Olympic Torch comes through the town on the 27th of June, 1 month before the games begin! Exciting times. Here is the promised picture: 

Stay regal!

School's Out....FOREVER

Today I came to a shuddering realisation. Two weeks today is my final day of school EVER. Yes that has been capitalised. In fact it feels like the majority of things I write these days end up being capitalised, I am very slowly turning into the Daily Mail Online, but that is a discussion for another day. After 14 long years of wishing to leave I am finally at the point of no return. I am going to London in 5 months to start University and that is seriously SCARY. (There we go, Mail online again). In two weeks I will probably be a little worse for wear after a day spent traipsing around the pubs of Sleaford and rather messy after causing all sorts of mayhem during the day. I have realised, however, that this could be the last time that I will ever see some of my friends who I have had since turning up on the first day at Carre's 7 years ago. I will stay in contact with some but others I will, unfortunately, lose touch with. I don't want to dwell on this however. This summer is one of new beginnings. Tonight I applied for my accommodation next year, student finance is very nearly finished and the summer is shaping up to be one to remember. I am going to T4 On The Beach, Disneyland, Paris, Ireland. In two weeks I will be in London for the Queen's Diamond Jubilee (not that I have gone on about it) and in a few months will be cheering on Team GB at the London Olympics. I really want to try and enjoy my last two weeks at school and look forward to moving to a place I love and making hundreds of new friends. Two people also moving on are my two good friends Lucy and Hannah. Lucy is moving to London, like me and Hannah is being a little more adventurous and moving to Toulouse! They have both set up blogs to share their journey into the wide world. Lucy's is http://lucysadventuresinlondonland.blogspot.co.uk/ and Hannah's blog is http://talesfromtoulouse.blogspot.co.uk/. Anyway it is time for me to go and Wednesday night is usually a night spent dancing around to Bananarama and drinking milk but before I do, here is a picture of me, a Beefeater and a raven taken earlier today. (Thanks Keirl).

A Royal Address, From Prince Rorie.

If you read this blog (and I live in hope that there is at least one person out there does, even if it is in pity) then I am very sorry. This post is essentially an advance apology. As of today it is only 39 days until the Queen's Diamond Jubilee. 39 days that are going to be full of everything you would ever want to know about the royals and bits that you probably didn't. Yesterday I kicked off my Jubilee countdown on my hospital radio show with my friend Lucy. It was 2 hours of Royal fun where I got to gush about Wills and Kate to an essentially, and I hesitate to write this 'captive audience'. And you, dear reader, are the latest victims of my gushing. I cannot get enough of the Royals. I found myself, yesterday heading to Tesco to buy my first ever copy of 'Hello' magazine as it was a 'William And Kate: One Year On' special edition. I think 'obsessed' would be playing down the feeling in my house. I also cannot lie to you, the £2 I spent on that magazine was the greatest £2 I have ever spent. I have probably spent more time pondering over how Kate manages to still look hot in a ski-suit and if William's bald patch got any bigger we could harness enough solar power to solve global warming than I should have. Especially when A-Levels are looming. But I don't care. The phrase 'Once in a lifetime' gets banded around a lot, especially with the Olympics coming to London this year but in this case it is true. Most of us will probably never see another Diamond Jubilee. So amongst this next 39 days of tacky mugs, magazines, union jacks, crowns, tiaras and Queens bear in mind (if you are getting sick of it) that Queen Elizabeth II is only the second ever British Monarch to reach an incredible 60 years on the throne and if that isn't enough to guide you through the maze of red, white and blue, it is only 41 days until it is all over....