For reasons I hope to be able to explain next week, I'm going to be thin on the ground for the next six days—well okay, I'm going to be at Book Expo America, one of the two biggest English-language publishing trade shows.
This has the happy side-effect that I will be absent from the UK during the Queen's 60th anniversary, and thus missing out on the orgy of self-congratulatory forelock-tugging and brown-tonguing reactionary apologetics that will turn the media into a cess-pit of nostalgic feudal wank for the duration. Ahem. Not that I bear any grudges against the current incumbent, but I find the institution intrinsically offensive simply because it defines two classes of citizen in the UK: those who are eligible to be head of state by ancestry, and those who are not and never will be.
Why can't we have a (purely ceremonial) head of state selected by random lottery from the adult population—national-level politicians and serious criminals excluded—to represent us? Discuss.