I ATTENDED a jubilee street party and had a marvellous time.

That’s not strictly true. At least not in my head.

Much like when I hear the English anthem on Radio 4 in the dead of night, I sing over it in my head with Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau. Those not following me on Twitter may not be aware that if you sing our anthem over GSTQ, it’s a perfect fit. Handy. 

So while I was enjoying my beer and barbecued food in the company of my wonderful neighbours, in my head I’m singing our anthem, Yma o Hyd and pretending that the red white and blue bunting strung across my neighbours’ windows represents the French Revolution and Cuba.

And by the way I didn’t get the feeling, with apologies to Keir Starmer, that many of us were partying out of any sense of “patriotic duty”.

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This is how I participate. I pretend. For some things, there is no choice and that’s the problem.

It’s how I participated when I had to give an oath of allegiance to Mrs Windsor and it’s how I managed to do my duty as a party leader and meet the monarch when she performed the official opening of the Senedd in 2016.

That said, one of the perks of no longer being a party leader is being able to swerve gigs like that!

But of course, not wanting to participate, being critical, pointing out the flaws of the monarchy is frowned upon.

I often wonder if time has moved on in the eighteen years since I became the first member to be ejected from the Assembly for calling the queen by her name instead of her title.

Would that be considered disrespectful to the point of ejection now? Let’s face it, little has probably changed. Just look at the media coverage of this jubilee to see how alternative viewpoints hardly exist.

It’s been fantastic to spend time with our neighbours, relaxing in the sun and having a good laugh. There was little mention of the royals, aside from a few jokes.

It was just what we all needed after a tough few years and lots of worries on the horizon. We are a close knit community and the excuse for a party or a get together is always welcome. There was no way I was going to miss out on a good street party.


The atmosphere was light and humorous. All the characters were out. And it was a welcome far cry from the obsequious scraping and sycophancy that has dominated the media coverage of this jubilee.

So there was no toast to Mrs Windsor from me. There was no bunting on our house. But we did join in and enjoy a lovely summer’s day with an amazing bunch of people. Now we’re wondering what the excuse for the next street party will be?

Iechyd da i chi gyd.

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