Britannia Rules… Leith?
I remember staying up late on the night of 23-24 June. Several times throughout the night I woke up with a start and went to check the status of Britain’s vote for freedom. When the results were finally announced I was nearly delirious with joy and exhaustion. Naturally, the actual political machinations are far murkier and slow than one would like but being realistic is a necessity. There is one development that has left me SEETHING with ANGER, to borrow the STYLING of the EXPRESS. The Royal Yacht Britannia could be RECOMMISSIONED.
As my cherished fellow charioteers might well know, I’ve had the pleasure of touring HMY Britannia twice. I’m rather too fond of the place and was slightly miffed when my humble request to move into the Duke of Edinburgh’s suite was declined with a chortle. They didn’t even consider my petition! HURRUMPH!
Anyway, to quote Marc-Uwe Kling’s pragmatically communist Kangaroo, “Tja, ist halt so”. Despite many prominent figures supporting the re-commissioning of the royal yacht, I question the wisdom of this decision. I support a royal yacht – of course. That Tone Bliar and Gorgon MacQuisling refused to commission a new one was an act of pettiness that hasn’t saved any money. If anything, having to inspect all premises prior to a royal visit has only cost more. The cost to the RAF, RCAF, RAAF and RNZAF to transport royal visitors is rather higher than one would like to think and, should a regular civilian airport be used, the cost associated with properly securing a large-enough area cannot be ignored.
Rather, in my humble opinion a new royal yacht ought to be commissioned. Edinburgh went out of its way to build a berth for her and she’s now very much a Leith fixture. There is still some shipbuilding left on the Clyde and a new royal yacht would be a welcome boost to that industry. As we have seen with the new Australian State Coach, HM’s loyal subjects are still happy to contribute something of their resources and time for such endeavours and a new royal yacht would be a chance to symbolise Britain coming out of Europe’s shadow and back into the world. That, and I will have no choice but to stamp my feet and mope if one of my favourite sights in Scotland would be taken from me.