By strange coincidence, shortly after saying I would only swear allegiance to the Queen after a stiff whisky, I was called upon to indicate, if not fully swear, allegiance to her on two occasions.
First of all, I attended a formal dinner, something I do about as often as Julian Clary carries out a bit of spot welding. I managed to bring myself quietly join in the "loyal toast", although I used my water glass which I suppose is a bit like crossing your fingers.
Then, unusually, I attended a church service where the National Anthem was sung at the end. I have never come across such a practice. I did the singing in harmony, rather than singing the tune.
Ever the revolutionary, eh?
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