ARCHIVE TELEVISION FOOTAGE
It’s Election Day 1997. Up and down the country, the PEOPLE
harp-strings that signals the Monarch’s presence), flutters
on the roof.
“..here's Tony Blair, just 43 years
of his constituency in Sedgefield..”
ARTIST, (representative, one assumes, of one of the many
harities of which she is patron)..
Have you voted yet, Mr Crawford?
(proudly dabbing palette)
Yes, Ma’am. I was there when they
“If he wins, he’ll be the youngest
And I don’t mind telling you, it
wasn’t for Mr Blair.
Not a moderniser, then?
Certainly not. We’re in danger of
losing too much that’s good about this
country as it is.
how big will his landslide be? And how
extensive, how sweeping will the
modernisation programme be that he
although, I suppose, it would be nice
to experience that ONCE.
One forgets that as Sovereign, you are
ot entitled to vote.
Still, you won’t catch me feeling
sorry for you. You might not be
allowed to vote, Ma’am..
But it IS your Government.
I suppose that is some consolation.
FADE TO BLACK:
Majesty’s windows, playing the bagpipes.
wherever she is - anywhere in the world.
tea and the newspapers.
Shall I draw the curtains?
to the window.
Did you stay up?
And? Was it as expected..?
The QUEEN’s hand reaches for spectacles, then for the
newspapers. She puts on her glasses.
Yes, Ma’am. Mr Blair, by a landslide.
The QUEEN’s expression changes..
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