Storm the palace/Turn it into a bar/Let them work in spar/Storm the palace/Turn it into flats/Make them all ex-pats/Storm the palace/You can stick your OBE/I’ll sort out your bad feng shui…
All sentiments with which I wholeheartedly approve. As far as I am concerned, the Royal Family stand for everything I despise. Nepotism, greed, one rule for us and another for them, greed, an antiquated and pointless system of governance, greed…and did I mention GREED? Just to quantify what I mean – the Queen is estimated to have a personal net worth of $500million, as well as sitting on $15 BILLION worth of real estate, oh and getting pocket money of $12.9 million. That’s an obscene amount of cash. O.B.S.C.E.N.E.
But it’s OK, right, because they are good for tourism? TOURISM? What the WHAT? Do people REALLY think that if the whole lot of them fell into a sinkhole, we’d run out of visitors? People, in its busiest year so far, Buck House had 413,000 visitors. As opposed to the Acropolis, which gets TWO MILLION annually and a)it’s pretty much a pile of rubble and b) the bloke that built it (Pericles, thank you wikipedia) shuffled off this mortal coil back in 429BC. Yeah, not really sure that people will stop coming to the UK just because there’s no Royal Family any more.
But I digress. What I really wanted to write about before I got sidetracked into a mini-rant was the lady who wrote the lyrics above – Cerys Matthews. I’ve always really liked Cerys. I was a fan of Catatonia since their Way Beyond Blue days; I quite like her solo stuff; I reckon she’d be a laugh in the pub, AND she wrote a song (admittedly, not her finest) called Storm the Palace. She’s officially passed my Good Egg test.
But this morning I wake up to the news that she’s been offered an MBE and not only that, she’s de-frigging-lighted to accept! I mean what’s that all about?
Yes, they’re a bunch of greedy rich bastards who include a cheerleader for the Arms industry, who don’t even bother to meet local affordable housing targets when they build on their (our) land, and who seem to think that taxation is just for the little people, but that’s all ok, because if you’re good and work hard and grow out of your youthful rebelliousness then one day you might get a dodgy medal and an invite to some crappy garden party? Really? REALLY? And that makes it all ok, does it?
I don’t care about the fact that these awards are chosen by independent committees and experts. I don’t care that they are supposedly open to all. I don’t care about the token lollipop ladies and nurses and street cleaners that are trotted out year after year to attempt to give these awards some legitimacy. None of this changes the fact that they are basically scraps thrown from the table of a fundamentally unfair system -and by obsequiously accepting the scraps, you’re becoming part of it.
Storm the Palace my arse.