Of course, not everyone is eye-rolling like me about Greenwich borough’s new royal status. I had to (sssh….) step just outside the borough to find out, and briefly enter a distant borough apparently called “Bexley”. As icy winds blew through Sidcup, a man crossed Halfway Street, at the point where the tarmac changes, and paused in front of a sign. Gone was a welcome to “the millennium borough”. In its place was something new.
In the council’s swish new Eltham Centre, a small crowd had gathered.
What were they staring at? The day old royal charter which declares this a royal borough…
…which came complete with a huge royal seal.
Down at Well Hall Pleasaunce, there was a bit of a party going on.
There were some words from local MP Clive Efford…
There’s an MC’s job for him if the politics goes belly-up, you know. And then there were some fireworks. The sound’s a bit rubbish for the first minute, but bear with it, it’s impressive stuff.
Of course, the council still held its own private party inside the Tudor Barn while the great unwashed shivered outside, but at least we had some fireworks and some music and some spiced apple juice to warm us up. Luck was on their side, too, as it finished just before the snow came falling down. Sunday afternoon is due to – weather permitting – see a procession and more of the same in Greenwich town centre.
If it goes ahead and he shows, say hello to Henry for me.
(12:45PM UPDATE: It’s still going ahead, despite the snow which has blanketed south-east London.)