The first time I met the Queen, I was eight years old and she was visiting my school, in Brentwood, a pleasant English country town now infamous for its noxious night club featured on the hit reality TV show The Only Way Is Essex. Relatives tell me not to knock it because it brings in so much cash to the old place via the coach tours, drinking parties and lurid souvenirs (don’t ask).
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