I’m delighted to say I watched the Coronation this afternoon and enjoyed virtually every minute, starting with the journey from Buckingham Palace, how can you top the King’s Army marching together with a band and a King and Queen in a golden carriage.

Some marvellous music was playing during the arrival of the Royal party at the Abbey and the eventual walk through of the King, only marred by one man near the back dressed in a rather shabby suit and brown shoes who kept his hand in his pocket and could hardly be bothered to stand up as they passed. He was put to shame by a lady in a wheelchair who with great effort stood respectfully for the King.

It wasn’t until they got further into the Abbey where the posh people who were in the expensive seats showed how due deference should be done with the appropriate bowing of the head. Just in case this is the first time you may have read anything I might have written I think now may be a time to point out my slightly tongue in cheek style of writing, hence the posh people and expensive seats joke.

It seems I wasn’t the only one to notice the blue and yellow carpet which appeared to be a nod to the Ukrainian flag but may have had something to do with being anointed on a field of gold, a mirror of the Royal flags which also contain the two colours, or just a choice of background which would show up the King and Queens regalia to best effect.

The whole event was remarkably well choreographed including the use of que cards although it’s very lucky there was no mix up as the King reciting someone’s shopping list, 2lb of sugar, some toilet rolls and some baked beans for example may have detracted from the grandeur of the event.  

The black gospel group was an interesting interlude and thank God they didn’t invite the American preacher that performed at Harry and Meghan’s wedding whose sermon seemed to go on for ever, it felt like an hour and a half but I believe it was about twenty minutes in reality, still long enough though.

I don’t know if the Archbishop of Canterbury is gay but I did think he was at times a tad limp wristed and might have benefited a little had he adopted the Brian Blessed approach to public speaking and at times he seemed to be pushing the religious aspect of the service which made me think of the hoardings one sees outside of some Church’s, “God’s way, or the highway!”

I enjoyed Zadok the priest, it’s one of those pieces of music that gets better as it goes on, unlike the wedding march which I seem to remember get an awful lot worse and for my tastes I would have preferred more of the old-fashioned hymns that one used to sing in school assembly, although this would not please the younger audience who I’m led to believe don’t do this sort of thing anymore.

I loved the tradition of the event, including the King having to change into his shirtsleeves and hide in a cubical whilst he was anointed with oil on his forehead and his chest, I was a little worried that they would repeat the process when it was Camilla’s turn but luckily, they seemed to think smearing oil on her breasts was a step too far.

The Coronating over King Charles was handed many items and held in his hand what I believe was described as a sceptre and I was wondering what made a stick a sceptre and it seems it’s the addition of a lumping great diamond cut from the Cullinan.

After the Coronation there were some fabulous shots of the wonderful carriages and the Prince of Wales and his family on the way back to the Palace, however I’m led to believe it could have been marred by some of the “not my King” protesters who were arrested. Rather amusingly one of the leaders of this group was quoted as saying about the Coronation, “it is a celebration of a corrupt institution and it is a celebration of one man taking a job that he has not earned. All I can say about that is, if you don’t think Prince Charles has earned the job by his over seventy-year apprenticeship, then I suggest you require your head examining.

I was a little disappointed as the fly past was restricted by the low cloud as I always enjoy the Lancaster, Spitfire and Hurricane but then I had an awful thought, just suppose they had gone ahead and one of the planes had crashed into the balcony killing all the assembled members of the Royal family leaving the only survivor as Harry who was out the back having a fag. God forbid!

Well, that’s my review of a rather splendid day and one to remember, history in the making before our very eyes, I think he will make a pretty good fist of the job of being King and look forward to his long reign. God save the King.