Monday
Viewed from abroad, the jubilee weekend looked as distant and odd as action seen through a telescope, backwards. The last time I recall feeling this remote from my countrymen was during the 2012 London Olympics, when the UK went wild and the rest of the world looked on with mild interest. At the weekend, the American media reported on the celebrations across the Atlantic by breaking the glass on their “and finally” tone, reserved for people doing peculiar things in far-flung parts of the world: this month, cheese rolling in the West Country, Swedish dining habits, and the grinding to a halt of 65 million people to celebrate the Mountbatten-Windsors.
