Rememberance Day.

I had a refresher today of what it really means to be British and why so many other nationalities in the world would also love to be British....they pretend to hate us but really they're bloody jealous. (Apart from the French..they have a national identity that's just as strong and they relish their Frenchness...that's why I love 'em so much).

I took the kids to the cenotaph in London and we saw the Queen (God bless her) and a few hangers on (Charles, Camilla, Andrew, Duke of Ed) but mostly 8'000 veterans marching. Some of them were pushed and were SO old, and it's bringing a lump to my throat just thinking about it.No other culture makes it's police wear giant tits on their heads or have soldiers marching with dead bears on their heads, or would clap , non-stop for an hour while 8'ooo people marched past.

Imagine thousands of people just standing there and you can hear a pin drop. I know lots of you will have experienced this: but it is such an amazing experience. Whatever our individual beliefs, thoughts, wishes, desires...for two minutes we were totally united with a common cause. And I'm going to hang on to that moment for a long time.