There are very few people I’d do this for. But it seems I’m on the train to London to join a very long overnight queue with my dear old Mum.
Here comes a rolling thread about
#TheQueue
There’s a fab little coda to the story. A man called
@Rob_Mercer1979
who works for East Midlands Railway got in touch to say how much he’d enjoyed the thread - so much so that he’d like to put us in first class on the way home! Thank you Rob, it’s the BEST end to an amazing day🙏
And if you ever need any bright, colourful greetings cards or happy wall art, there are VERY reasonably-priced products for sale on my website 😂 (I’m a poor artist and after today I definitely need new shoes!)
Cheers all. Peace out ✌️
I’m finally home and oh my God I’ve never been happier to see my pyjamas!What a whirlwind 24 hours.
Sending positive vibes to everyone currently embarking on The Queue. May your feet be warm and your caffeine be plentiful 😀
I can never bring myself to pay the ridiculous price of Lego advent calendars, so each year the kids get a set they *actually* want, divided out over 24 days.
And the best bit is that I get to use some of the several-thousand baggies we have left over from covid-testing kits 😀
Final thoughts:
👉Always be excellent to each other
👉Remember the difference between ‘stationery’ (pens & stuff) and ‘stationary’ (wot we were in The Queue for hours)
👉Support small businesses, because if not we’ll lose the things that make our local streets interesting & cool
Using this pause to ponder My Life In All-nighters:
👉 20-30 yrs old: partying euphorically until the sun rises.
👉 33-36 yrs old: rocking crying babies in despair until the sun rises.
👉 42 yrs old: slowly shuffling in a slow-moving queue until the sun rises.
And now a hilariously super-fancy cup of tea and scone because we went the wrong way down Whitehall looking for a cafe and this was all we could find.
Cheers all!
Well that was… just wow.
A tweet could never do it justice, but it was somber and powerful and glorious all at once. The magnificent room, the bowed guards, the flag draped over the coffin, the sense of peace. Without wanting to be too hyperbolic, it was really awe-inspiring.
My son (Y6) has just told me that on Thursday afternoons they do Biscuit Assessments where they try a different biscuit each week and write about the taste, texture and appearance and this just feels like God-level teaching after endless weeks of SATs prep and tests 😄😄
And a final thank you to everyone in the Twitter community who’s liked, shared and commented on our mad adventure and generally cheered us on. You made a hard day so very entertaining and Mum is genuinely bemused and thrilled that so many people have read this thread 😀
Crikey, what a couple of days!
Mum & I are genuinely touched by the amount of people who've read and commented on our thread about The Queue. (Mum thinks the whole thing is hilarious!) It's become impossible to reply to everyone, but we've read them all & we're chuffed to bits!
I realise I’ve not mentioned the blankets. At the beginning of The Queue (about a thousand years ago) we were all given light blue blankets to keep us warm. When worn on mass they give off almost a post-apocalyptic vibe, as if there’s been a mass escape from a hospital.
Some final bits and bobs before I leave you all in peace.
After tea and scones we went up to Green Park to see the floral tributes - a sea of flowers and cards, bathed in incredible light. Mum loved it - and it made a very fitting end to the day.
It’s been amazing. The Queue introduced us to so many ace people: we’ve laughed, cried and cheered each other on. And while we came close to an existential crisis around 5am, we pulled through with a hot cup of tea and all was well again 😀
I don’t dare count how many rambling tweets I’ve twet over the last 12 hours 😂
Thanks for sticking with me guys - you’ve helped make The Queue an incredibly fun and joyful experience for me and Mum ❤️
Introducing our Queue Buddies Lucy and
@OliverAngove
! Ollie took the photo of DB (which has now been stolen by the naughty Sun and Mail, honestly) and they’ve been jolly good queue companions for many hours 😀
@alliefinnegan
@NowThenSunshine
Yep he has. My best friends Mum has been directly in front of him the whole time and he's been queueing so far for ten hours just like her😊
…the end of The Queue entails walking up and down and up and down several thousand snaking barriers. There’s literally no need for us to walk up and down every single one, but walk it we must because QUEUEING
[Grammatical sidebar: I *do* know the difference between stationery and stationery and am appalled at my typos! I can only say that I’ve been awake for 24 hours and my brain has clearly fallen into the Thames]
It’s completely stationery now but we’ve found a bench to sit on, which feels like the best thing in the world. I’ve also put my hat on because it’s bloomin’ cold 🥶
My Mum was a Queen’s Guide back in the day and is one of the most prepared people I know. Thus we have ALL the clothes and ALL the snacks and ALL the enthusiasm for this hare-brained venture 😀
Just been a rambling, incoherent mess on 5 Live, but then they asked to speak to my Mum, who swooped in and saved the day with her wonderful eloquence about the Queen!
WE HAVE APPARENTLY CLEARED THE FINAL SNAKE AND ARE ON THE HOME RUN.
But are we really though. I’ve had this feeling several times today and it’s been so long that I’m struggling to remember my own name 😂
It’s been magical watching London come to life over the last hour. We’re getting very strange looks from people walking to work though - a combination of wonder, disbelief and pity 😂
For those who followed along with my thread on
#TheQueue
and remember my lovely Mum, look at the decoration I gave her today! (She loves a commemorative tree decoration as much as I do 😂)
Definitely not my average Sunday. Started off with an interview about The Queue on
@LBC
with
@DavidLammy
, taught a two-hour calligraphy workshop, then had a lovely interview on
@BBCLeeds
with
@NickAhad
! I’ve had a cup of tea and am now about to teach another workshop 😂
My Mum absolutely loves the Queen and is the owner of many a commemorative item (plates, tea towels, spoons, mugs, cake tins). She spent her honeymoon in London for the Queen’s Silver Jubilee. She spent all night queuing to see the Queen Mum’s coffin, before working the next day.
Outside the Tate Modern now and The Queue has slowed right down. There are lots of people and it’s not moving very quickly at all. It’s also getting pretty cold!
And so when the Queen died, it was clear my Mum would want to pay her respects, regardless of the length of The Queue. It was also clear she’d need some company.
And that’s how I found myself here on the 9.45pm train to London, trying and failing to sleep before the epic event.
Love that our end point is in sight; definitely don’t love that we have to go past it and away from it before we can go towards it again. Ahhh, the random logic of The Queue.
Tube to London Bridge. What with it being half midnight, all the other passengers are on their way home from nights out and are dressed accordingly. We’re dressed like it’s the height of winter and look like the biggest Queue cliches in the world 😂
So we’ve moved quite a lot, we’re just past the National Theatre and Mum is buying more tea 😀
And behold the giant screen of Queen archive footage, which has helped pass the time!
So the person who told us to walk to the end of The Queue from London Bridge can actually get in the sea. We’ve been walking for half an hour against the tide of The Queue and it’s pretty darn demoralising 😫
Currently aiming for Southwark Park and wristband nirvana…
Now that we’re out of the park The Queue is moving incredibly quickly, with big gaps between people. We’re starting to feel pretty tired after the giant walkathon. And there’s still so far to go!
We’ve moved about 50 metres in about an hour. Every so often there’s an enthusiastic gasp from the crowd when we begin to move… but then a collective “ohhh” of disappointment when we stop again just a few metres on.
[Grammatical sidebar: I *do* know the difference between stationery and stationery and am appalled at my typos! I can only say that I’ve been awake for 24 hours and my brain has clearly fallen into the Thames]
I’ve been finding it hard to work at home recently. I’ve felt I’ve lost my mojo and have been writing and posting a lot less. My husband feels the same, so for the last few Wednesdays we’ve been walking into town (about 2.5 miles) to work here: the glorious Tiled Hall in Leeds.
Slightly later than planned, but we’ve arrived at Mum’s to watch the funeral.
Along with her Queen’s Guide badge, Mum’s also wearing her badge that her parents gave her for the Queen’s coronation in 1952 🥰
My Mum’s not on Twitter and keeps asking if I can print out the thread I wrote about The Queue so she has a copy. It’s taken a while to put together, but I’ve made it into a a book for her for Mother’s Day instead 😀😀😀
I’m enjoying the queue-rumours that are filtering down, trying to explain why we’ve not moved for about two hours. Some have said they’ve closed The Queue until 7am; others have theories about bridges and congestion.
Feeling the same weird emotions that I did after the 2012 Olympics: the sense that we all did A Thing together and now it's all over and everyone's squabbling again and it's sad.
I think my brain is telling me to go to bed.
@jeremygahagan
@NowThenSunshine
Yes but don't take any make up because absolutely No LIQUID will be allowed and women were having to empty their handbags of all perfume & makeup items and binning them yesterday. They were fuming. This needs to get out there.