27 August 2007

Queen, Royalty and School

Cheating I know, but I'm also very aware that the end of the month is looming and I've still rather a lot of posts still to go.

So in days of yore when knights were bold and women did....I wrote about studying Latin at school and mentioned having lunch with Brenda. It was the 125 anniversary of that school on the hill in Crieff and so to celebrate 125 years of getting successive generations of parents to part with their money the school invited the Queen and co to visit. A lottery was had to determine who would attend the luncheon held in the Fecky (Refectory which had been repainted especially for the occasion) and I was one of the lucky winners. Only three things stand out about the meal - firstly we had cutlery that you couldn't do a Uri Geller on, we had actual crockery - instead of the plastic molded trays sort of like the ones you find on aircraft, and thirdly, the food was actually edible. I'm sure there were speeches and so on but they have slid into one of the many holes in the sieve of my memory and have yet to work their way back out.

Somewhere amongst my stuff I have still got the offical menu and my invitation to dine. When I find them, I'll put them up here.

13 comments:

Isabelle said...

In answer to your question about my post on Crieff - we never drive down Ferntower Street - we walk. Exercise, you know. Especially going back up!

When you got to the main street, you went left and the bookshop was along on the right hand side, in what used to be a cinema many years ago. The shop had a few antique-type things as well - fairly unvaluable ones - and a some remaindered books as well as lots of secondhand ones in categories. It was great, except that of course we always bought too many books.

Never heard of Ghostie's - will investigate next time - mind you, don't know when that will be.

Mrs Thistletwat said...

The Queen must get really sick of the smell of paint, everywhere she goes is always freshly painted just before she arrives.

velcro said...

Isabelle you should try getting up that road in Winter. Cars used to get part of the way and then slide back down to the bottom. But if you walked, you might have walked past where I lived - Anthony Place

Nope the 2nd hand bookshop doesn't ring any bells. I can't think what was in the cinema but I suspect that I went to Sunday School in the building beside it.

velcro said...

Imagine MrsT how grumpy she would be if the smell gave her headaches

meggie said...

You dont remember the Queen??
Only joking!

velcro said...

You know what Meggie, actually I don't! Or at least I can't remember what she wore. But what's worse is that my mother has spoken both to the Queen and PrinceP and can't remember what they spoke about

Aunty Evil said...

Oh you Brits are all so blase about meeting your Queen.

But not as much as the Aussies would be. No good crockery for Her Maj, she would be asked if "she wanted sauce on that snag love?"

Fairlie said...

And the Aussie asking the Queen if she wanted a snag, would probably have his hand firmly placed on the small of her back as he waved her towards the BBQ with his other hand...

(one of our Prime Ministers famously 'manhandled' the Queen in such a manner!)

Molly said...

It's funny the trivial things we remember, while the "important" stuff flies right out the memory window! Nice to not have to trek all the way to London, but to have her highness come to you! Do you think Helen Mirren did a good job portraying her? i've always thought the queen the epitome of stuffiness, but i enjoyed that movie.....

velcro said...

what is a snag?

I gasped when I read your comment Fairlie! Somebody touched the Queen!

I don't know Molly, I've not seen the film, was it any good?

Fairlie said...

Snag or snagger = sausage

In a sentence:

"Bung some more snags on the barbie, would you luv, Bluey's bringing some mates and a slab over for a few quiet tinnies."

velcro said...

ok... what's a slab? do they do an Aussie - UK dictionary?

Fairlie said...

Slab = carton of cans of beer!

(but only on the east coast, on the west coast it's called, quite sensibly, a carton...)

I just knew that one would stump you!