The Queen

The Queen touched down in Halifax to celebrate the anniversary of our navy, and I was there.

It’d taken doings to secure my place in the crowd, but I’d made it happen.

As she took the stage to speak, from the back of the room, I screamed: “Sing Fat Bottomed Girls!”

The room went silent. The crowd weren’t amused.

Security moved through the crowd toward me, and I feared for my safety until the Queen, the very picture of dignity and class, stepped up to the mic, and did the unexpected.

She sang Fat Bottomed Girls.

And f*cking rocked it.