my mother was invited to her funeral
When Princess Margaret died, my mother was invited to her funeral. Princess Margaret was the patron of the NSPCC and my mother was an enthusiastic member and fundraiser for many years. In a slightly morbid way, she was chuffed to bits to be invited. Now, the funeral was at Westminster Abbey, my mother lives in the North of England, I live in London. So, I picked Ma up from the station in my clapped out old Polo and drove her to Westminster. It was all going well until my stereo broke. Suddenly my “Pissed off with the World” mix tape (yes, my car was that old… and so am I) started blasting out at full volume. No matter what I tried, it wouldn’t turn off or turn down. So I dropped my mother off at Westminster Abbey with the whole press corps there, her wearing her big hat and nice suit and my car blasting out “She fu*king hates me” by Puddle of Mudd at full volume… my mother was not happy, and I was mortified.
