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I was shocked to be invited to the queen’s garden party.
Why would Queenie invite me?
I enquired into this strange matter, and apparently, she invites random staff from the NHS. I felt a little paranoid, I was taking drugs making being paranoid, my normal.
Secondly, I encountered some dark history about the royals that disturbed me and wondered, if they were setting me up. Absurd I know, but that’s crack for you, it makes you wacko. I listened to the song ‘cocaine in my brain’ by cypress hill excessively during this time. It never put me off, if anything it made me want more drugs.
It was early 2000 and time was different for me back then. I dithered whether to attend, but was intrigued to how peculiar it would be, to experience being in the royal garden eating cucumber sandwiches.
I had nothing to wear and would stand out like a hyena in my trainers, the only shoes, I owned. I told Otis about the invitation, he laughed and said, ‘let’s go’.
We ‘ummed’ and ‘aahed’ in unison the days leading up to the event and remained indecisive on the London train, yet it looked like we were going. I felt ashamed in my jeans, long navy shirt and blonde triangle of unruly curly. Otis looked strong in his Khaki army-style coat, black boots and cream shirt; his…
