Birth announcement, lonely at 6 am
Simply Sunday – or rather it was Tuesday this week, July 23rd, 2013, an auspicious day for many reasons. I was running through London’s lovely parks at 0600 (as one does, OK this is one helluvah crazy gal, in case you did not know it). Through Green Park to Buckingham Palace…. there, now with no spectators around, stood, lonely as a cloud (with no crowds), there was the announcement of the Royal Baby the previous afternoon. Last night, as seen on television, there were hundreds of thousands of onlookers and revellers. By nine today there would be the same number, though not revelling. Police were ushering them into a long line, three seconds each to take one photo of the birth announcement. I had it all to myself. George Alexander Louis, Prince of Cambridge. George for England, yippee. Alexander because he will be Great. And Louis, presumably, for Mountbatten, blown up by the IRA. GAL spells… gal. Long live the future King of England. Right place, right time. I think, well, Buckingham Palace would make a marvellous luxury hotel (right place, right time). Until now, the nearest luxury places to me as I stand, lonely by the railings, are Taj Buckingham Gate (formerly 51 Buckingham Gate), to my left and, to my right, The Lanesborough and London InterContinental … and I carry on running…
