The when, where, why of the last of Britain
is not easy to pinpoint exactly.
Perhaps it was Dudley Moore, the comic actor
and skilful musician, drunk, approaching
Princess Margaret at some exclusive do
and slurring, “Good evening, your royal highness.
I suppose a blow job is out of the question?”
Or the woman herself choosing not to be buried
with her peers, but cremated in Slough.
Possibly it was the Queen and her consort,