On Tuesday 2nd June 1953 it was sunny, I was hanging out of a window watching them roast a deer
on a bombed out house opposite in Swanage.
From this house to be correct Dad's The Silver Grill...
They say I landed on a shed or blind, no recollection whatsoever!
It was the Queen's Coronation, I was 3 and a half, nearly 4.
It obviously spelt an ominous future.
I fell off a cliff once..
"Let them eat chicken, for we had stolen Mrs' Queens royal venison...
Hence whence 'Poulet Reine Elizabeth or more commonly known as Coronation Chicken sprang from...
"God save our Queen" nuff said..
