Now that would be worth celebrating. The Royals are an embarrassment. A bunch of ugly, vulgar, snorting, arrogant gargoyles.
I would happily mark the anniversary of Chaucer, Shakespeare, John Donne, Milton, Isaac Newton, Boswell/Dr Johnson, Blake, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Byron, Shelley, Keats, Jane Austen, Charles Darwin, Dickens, Ruskin, Walter Pater, George Eliot, the Brontes, Thomas Hardy, Wilfred Owen, Aldous Huxley, Bertrand Russell, George Orwell, Alan Turing, Virginia Woolf etc. It’s people like that who make me proud to be British. DNA was discovered in Cambridge in the 1950s. Why don’t we celebrate the anniversary of that? Even P. G. Wodehouse and David Bowie and the Beatles and Monty Python make me prouder to be British than the Royals.
One of the (many) things I admire about the French is the way they celebrate their culture, especially their high culture. The one thing we have in this island is our incredible literary and scientific history. If you were to list the ten most important thinkers who ever lived, three of them would be British (Shakespeare, Newton and Darwin). We ought to celebrate it more. It’s really the only thing we have. Take away Shakespeare and Austen and the Brontes, and so on, and we’re an irrelevance.