I have a confession to make. Despite voting for an Australian Republic in 1999, and despite making an ad arguing for an Australian head of state only a few weeks ago, I can’t help wishing I’d arranged to be in Blighty for the Platinum Jubilee. But who knew it would be such an unqualified blast? That most poms approve of Her Maj was never in doubt.
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