The Day I Met The Queen

And the end of the line

Image adapted from original by Brent Druyts at pexels — thanks Brent!

If there is one thing that exemplifies what it is to be British, then it is our innate fondness for joining a queue, regardless of what lies at the end of it. At the end of time, will we join a queue that snakes to the top of a cliff and then be invited to jump? It seems as likely a scenario as any.