Just think -
It is 1953, the beautiful, Fairytale Princess Elizabeth gets into her Golden Coach
('member the song "In a golden coach, there's a heart of gold, riding through old London Town"?)
The Palace gates open, she sweeps out into London tine. A vision of grandeur, waving and waving.... And waving.
The Streets are empty. "Whayah ah oll may loyal sabjects?" she asks.
"All dead, Ma'am."
"Then who shell buy dine to me?"
"Nobody, Ma'am."
"The shew is ehver, is it naught?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
" It's that skyndrel Satan again."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Turn the coach arynd, and get me beck to Buck Hice pronteento."
"Yes, Ma'am."
HB