Wednesday 30 July 2014

One's coinage.

Her Maj the Queen has recently named the UK's largest ever warship, an aircraft carrier, after herself.  Naturally. Lucky she's not called Barry.

We Elizabeth's do insist that nearly everything in the Commonwealth world is named after ourselves, thus ensuring our name is written in the universe more times than Coca-Cola. You name it, we coin it, so to speak.

To this end, technically all coinage that exists in the Commonwealth belong to people called Elizabeth. One should engage in a class action to retrieve one's loot.  

One is also rather entertained when people with odd sounding names get all excited on seeing their crazy name on a mug in a cheap and tacky souvenir shop.  I guess that's what you get when you call yourself Krystyna or Jyssyca.

I've recently learnt that, during the Queen's Diamond Jubilee in 2012, the tower that houses the Big Ben bell was renamed Elizabeth Tower. See what I mean. Everything must be named after us. It's the rules.



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