For the connoisseur of the tasteless Queen Mum story Trevor Phillips’ anecdote (available here for those that have not yet found a link to the story) is not in the same class as Lisa’s mum meets the Queen Mum which appears in Irvine Welsh’s The Acid House. This story, which Welsh read at the Glasgow launch of the collection over a decade ago, seems to have a similar subtext but is written in the vernacular.
Anyway, while Trevor ponders the wisdom of telling such a story moments after the loyal toast, do you have a Queen Mum joke, story or anecdote? Are you Trevor Phillips and have more of these charming tales? Your story can be heartwarming or tasteless. Are you willing to share? Then please reply.
In the meantime and purely to pick up any passing queen mum related trade:
shared experience with ordinary Londoners – they had wings of their houses blown off too
that nanny that got into trouble after writing about the princesses
Wallis and Gromit Windsor and their trip to HItler
told Charles to marry a virgin
held this country together
Peter Sissons’ purple tie
the nation’s granny