Chap was asked to leave my local pub yesterday for trying share some inappropriate $hite - landlord walked over, took his pint out of his hand and walked him to the doorI can't believe how much disgusting bile is circulating around regarding Her Majesty's passing along with the UK in general, perhaps the UK needs to take a firm stance on certain things these days.
This is a slightly kinder picture: https://www.sportsmaserati.com/index.php?threads/terrible-jokes-thread.33510/page-107#post-944696
...what's the cover charge?The queue tracker on YouTube.
It is a bit nuts , I bet there'll be a few pensioners joining her if they're out at 3am after standing for daysShamelessly lifted:
Right, everyone. I need to be serious for a moment. Because the greatest thing that ever happened is happening right now.
I don't particularly care either way about the Queen. But the queue? The Queue is a triumph of Britishness. It's incredible.
Just to be clear: I don't mean the purpose of the queue. I don't mean the outpouring of emotion or collective gried or the event at the end and around the queue or the people in the queue. I mean, literally, the queue. The queue itself. It's like something from Douglas Adams.
It is the motherlode of queues. It is art. It is poetry. It is the queue to end all queues. It opened earlier today and is already 2.2 miles long. They will close it if it gets to FIVE MILES. That's a queue that would take TWO HOURS TO WALK at a brisk pace.
It is a queue that goes right through the entirety of London. It has toilets and water points and websites just for The Queue.
You cannot leave The Queue. You cannot get into The Queue further down. You cannot hold places in The Queue. There are wristbands for The Queue.
Once you join The Queue you can expect to be there for days. But you cannot have a chair and a sleeping bag. There is no sleeping in The Queue, for The Queue moves constantly and steadily, day and night. You will be shuffling along at 0.1 miles per hour for days.
The BBC has live coverage of The Queue on BBC One, and a Red Button service showing the front bit of The Queue.
NO ONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD JOIN THE QUEUE AND YET STILL THEY COME. "Oh, it'll only be until 6am on Thursday, we can take soup".
And the end of the queue is a box. You will walk past the box, slowly, but for no more than a minute. Then you will exit into the London drizzle and make your way home.
Tell me this isn't the greatest bit of British performance art that has ever happened? I'm giddy with joy. It's fantastic. We are a deeply, deeply mad people with an absolutely unshakeable need to join a queue. It's utterly glorious.
By @curiousiguana
“The queue has visitors going to look at queue. My mum travelled to see the queue.”
God Save The Queue.
Now what is even more impressive is that someone (one has to assume a Brit) has actually sat down to plan the concept of a queue that might be 10 miles long. We are , truly, a fabulous country
C
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It's a mural , who of though I've no idea, they could be world record holders in standing on one leg
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It's a mural , who of though I've no idea, they could be world record holders in standing on one leg
Oh come on, you might never have watched Corrie but you must know who Ena Sharples is
Well, it beats running the central heating and has the added benefits of burning calories and keeping people warm. (movement)Sat in Denmark watching something on you tube. It ended and then flicked to following the coffin on its journey. Quite humbling to see how many people have gone out on a Sunday to stand on the motorway/roads.
Did Tesco's organise it?Shamelessly lifted:
Right, everyone. I need to be serious for a moment. Because the greatest thing that ever happened is happening right now.
I don't particularly care either way about the Queen. But the queue? The Queue is a triumph of Britishness. It's incredible.
Just to be clear: I don't mean the purpose of the queue. I don't mean the outpouring of emotion or collective gried or the event at the end and around the queue or the people in the queue. I mean, literally, the queue. The queue itself. It's like something from Douglas Adams.
It is the motherlode of queues. It is art. It is poetry. It is the queue to end all queues. It opened earlier today and is already 2.2 miles long. They will close it if it gets to FIVE MILES. That's a queue that would take TWO HOURS TO WALK at a brisk pace.
It is a queue that goes right through the entirety of London. It has toilets and water points and websites just for The Queue.
You cannot leave The Queue. You cannot get into The Queue further down. You cannot hold places in The Queue. There are wristbands for The Queue.
Once you join The Queue you can expect to be there for days. But you cannot have a chair and a sleeping bag. There is no sleeping in The Queue, for The Queue moves constantly and steadily, day and night. You will be shuffling along at 0.1 miles per hour for days.
The BBC has live coverage of The Queue on BBC One, and a Red Button service showing the front bit of The Queue.
NO ONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD JOIN THE QUEUE AND YET STILL THEY COME. "Oh, it'll only be until 6am on Thursday, we can take soup".
And the end of the queue is a box. You will walk past the box, slowly, but for no more than a minute. Then you will exit into the London drizzle and make your way home.
Tell me this isn't the greatest bit of British performance art that has ever happened? I'm giddy with joy. It's fantastic. We are a deeply, deeply mad people with an absolutely unshakeable need to join a queue. It's utterly glorious.
By @curiousiguana
“The queue has visitors going to look at queue. My mum travelled to see the queue.”
God Save The Queue.
Now what is even more impressive is that someone (one has to assume a Brit) has actually sat down to plan the concept of a queue that might be 10 miles long. We are , truly, a fabulous country
C