Does it not occur to the Sussexes that they could slip in and out of the country to see the King without anyone knowing? There's absolutely no need to comment, respond to press, or make indignant statements ahead of time.
They are the only ones feeding this frenzy.
Bob Geldof did not want them on the bill.
He had agreed to include Queen in the Live Aid lineup only reluctantly, pushed by promoter Harvey Goldsmith. By the summer of 1985, Geldof was not alone in thinking their moment had passed. Their biggest hits were nearly a decade old. Critics had started writing them off. Privately, the band itself was wondering if it was finished.
Then came July 13, 1985.
What nobody watching that day knew was what had happened the week before. Queen had booked the 400-seat Shaw Theatre near King's Cross in London and rehearsed their 21-minute set down to the exact second. Not the general shape of it. The exact second. Six songs, every beat drilled until nothing could go wrong.
And then, reportedly, their roadies disabled the sound limiters on the PA before the set. Every other band on that stage was capped. Queen was not.
At 6:41 PM, Freddie Mercury walked out. White jeans. White tank top. Studded armband. Seventy-two thousand people erupted.
He sat at the piano and played the opening of Bohemian Rhapsody, not the whole song, just enough to set the crowd on fire. Then he stood. Strode to the microphone.
Radio Ga Ga filled the stadium. Seventy-two thousand people raised their hands in perfect unison, one of the most iconic images of the entire decade.
Then Freddie stopped the band. He turned to the crowd. He opened his mouth and sang a single sustained note.
""Aaaaaaay-o.""
And waited.
Seventy-two thousand people sang it back. He went higher. They followed. Higher still. They stayed with him. Back and forth, the note climbing, the crowd holding on, the moment stretching into something that felt almost sacred.
It would later be called The Note Heard Round the World.
They tore through Hammer to Fall, Crazy Little Thing Called Love, a shortened We Will Rock You, and finally We Are the Champions. The stadium shook.
Twenty-one minutes after they walked on, Queen walked off.
Bob Geldof, the man who had not wanted them there, said afterward: ""Queen were absolutely the best band of the day. They played the best, had the best sound, used their time to the full. It was the perfect stage for Freddie: the whole world.""
An estimated 1.9 billion people across 150 nations had been watching. In 2005, music industry insiders voted it the single greatest rock performance in history. Not one of the greatest. The greatest.
Authors and musicians who were there have said those 21 minutes may have saved the band itself, that Queen was on the verge of a permanent split, and that afternoon reminded all four of them what they were still capable of together.
Freddie Mercury died on November 24, 1991. He was 45 years old.
But on July 13, 1985, for 21 minutes, standing before 72,000 people under a London summer sky, he was the most alive person on earth.
I’m not buying the “the King wants to see his grandchildren” line. If that were real, it wouldn’t be bolted onto a major branding event. It could’ve happened quietly at any point in the last six months and no one would’ve known.
The kids aren’t the reason, they’re the excuse. And if the Palace is involved, then they’re using those children just as much as the parents are.
I’ll wait and see…
First the harkles said the royals drove them out. Then they claimed it was a freedom flight. Now they want back in.
First the harkles declared it was unsafe to travel to the UK with the kids. Harry said he can’t imagine a world where he brings his kids back without the level of security he wants. Now they are (allegedly) coming with just two bodyguards and release their schedule to the public.
First the harkles claimed it was racism. Then it was unconscious bias. Then endgame called Charles a racist in a leaked version. Now they want a photo with the king.
First the harkles claimed Rachel was suicidal. Then Harry got help and she didn’t. Then she was still healing. Now they want back in.
First the harkles called the entire country racist. Then they decided they did not care about the UK. Now they want their popularity back.
Every lie they peddled for attention and grift has been changed and walked back. Things must be bad behind the scenes.
Well, I would do a five year stretch 🎶
And I would do some five years more 🎶
Just to be the man who parked a camp-er-van🎶
Outside oor mammy’s door 🎶
Didnae see it! Didnae see it! 😎
Didnae see it! Didnae see it!🧑🏼🦯
Ta da da da da da da da da da da dah! 🤥
Remeber this, Labour had 402 MP's, and not one of them was good enough to replace Starmer.
They had to have a by-election by a Labour MP resigning, to get someone in to replace him.
Thats the quality of the MP's running the country.
🔥 This LBC caller Daniel just brilliantly summed up Keir Starmer’s disastrous reign as Prime Minister:
“He was an authoritarian dictator who brought about a ruthless crackdown on free speech, who increased taxes on millions of working people despite promising not to, who allowed energy bills to rise despite promising to freeze them, and who let down millions of pensioners, farmers, students, teachers, almost everyone you could think of in this country. Nick… good riddance! He had to go.”
Well said, Daniel 👏
People feeling sorry for Starmer because he turned the waterworks on at the end? F*ck off. He doesn’t deserve an ounce of sympathy for everything he’s inflicted on this country. He never cared about ordinary people, so don’t fall for the crocodile tears now.
I and millions of Brits agree with Daniel: good f*cking riddance! 👋
Enough
The bells rang out through England’s towns,
Across the fields and village greens,
Whilst rain swept low o’er ancient stones
And washed away old broken dreams.
For years the people watched and waited,
Patient far beyond their due,
As promises were made and broken,
And trust wore thin where once it grew.
They spoke of change from lofty chambers,
Of visions bright and futures fair,
Yet many looked beyond the speeches
And found little substance there.
The borders stretched, the numbers swelled,
Whilst questions met a cold disdain;
Communities bore the weight of change,
Yet voiced concerns were deemed profane.
The nation’s purse was opened wide,
Its debts consigned to future years,
Whilst families facing harder times
Were left to shoulder growing fears.
Many felt their history mocked,
Their customs treated with contempt,
Their love of country misdescribed,
Their genuine concerns pre-empted.
And darkest still were questions raised
About the vulnerable and young;
Questions echoed through the land
That many felt had gone unsung.
The people asked for truth and justice,
For candour, courage, clear replies;
Not silence, spin, or careful phrases,
Nor bureaucratic alibis.
From coastal towns to northern valleys,
From market square to city street,
A growing chorus found its voice
And would no longer know defeat.
Not out of hatred, nor division,
Nor bitterness for bitterness’ sake,
But out of love for home and kin,
And all they feared was now at stake.
For England is no passing fashion,
No fleeting project of the day;
She lives within her people’s hearts
And cannot simply be explained away.
The oak still stands, the lion wakes,
The white cliffs face the restless sea,
And those who thought the nation’s spirit gone
Found it stubbornly refuses to flee.
So let the powerful remember
What every generation learns:
The trust of free born men and women
Is not possessed… it is earned.
And when the people say “Enough”,
No office, title, rank, or throne
Can long withstand the gathering tide
Of a nation claiming back its own.
You paid in for forty years. Never missed a day you could help. Never took a penny you hadn't earned.
And this is the country they handed you back.
Four million people now on sickness benefit. Half a million of them under thirty, signed off before they ever clocked a single shift.
Your taxes don't build roads anymore. They don't fix the hospital you wait eight months to be seen in. They go to a bill so big the government now spends more keeping people unwell than it raises from every wage in the land.
And when that runs short, they print. And the few quid you saved buys less every year to plug a hole you never dug.
You did everything right.
They did everything wrong.
And somehow it is you left with nothing.
As the Sussex PR machine cranks out stories about Harry & Meghan returning to the UK with some randoms acting as their children instead of the focus being on the VETERANS competing in the Invictus Games
Here is a quick reminder what Harry has previously stated about leaving