Some of you outsiders will know that this coming weekend, in the land of the Canuckian, is a long weekend; Monday, the 20th, is Victoria Day. No we do not celebrate the name of Victoria, although it is a pretty name, it is in fact a dead Queens birthday.
She died 112 years ago and did nothing fantastic to highlight her fame quite the opposite really. Her only notable achievement is that she un-amusedly ruled while Britain was at the height of its imperial power.
Here in the frozen north she was generous enough, because politicians told her to, give us dominion over ourselves and ever since a grateful nation, on her birthday, has taken a day off work to celebrate the first weekend of cottage life.
Now, there is another queen a direct descendant of the dead one and she has two birthdays. Makes more sense to me to pass the accolade on to a living relative of the long gone queenie; especially one that has two birthdays.
You see I am sure the old queen although appreciative of adoration during her earthly span no longer has feelings one way or another. Ergo the Maj (Majesty) with Two birthdays is the rightful recipient of ex colony worship.
All those in favour of two holidays instead of one…I mean queenly worship say Aye!