"...Bucket"

Besides all the other noise, and static in my life. My 'only' real goal left the only real object in my remaining life is to out-live this old gal! For craps sakes I was a bleeping baby when she got the Crown, and she's showing no signs of kicking the bucket.

My late older brother John said he actually remembers seeing the Coronation.

Albeit on an eight hour delay as an air force jet flew the footage over the ocean to be shown on American TV. My Uncle Vivian owned a TV sales, and repair shop. So everyone the whole family got a set. Used, and re-built, but who cared they worked.

I had the thrill of watching the "Cisco Kid", and President Eisenhower telling us to duck, and cover.

Because as he said, "...The Terrible Arithmetic is that some Russian Bombers 'will' get through, and we must be prepared".

Scary bleep living in the 1950's.

Anyhow I have every intention of being around, and breathing to watch Her Majesties State Funeral. ...while eating popcorn. However knowing Her it's going to be a Damned Close Thing!