Then there were several of them, all spread out against the sky like... well, lots of things all spread out. Now, perhaps the place where your regular hat-hanging ceremony take place is not so well-blessed as this, but it is a sight almost guaranteed to be noticed... sometimes.
Still, back in the day, or at least getting on for early afternoon on that day, there would come a time when they all began together and, on finding the bit in the greyness of a typical British day they would find which bit of that grey was the sky and then spread out against it.
It was a sight to stir the very cockles of the heart, to make every free-born Englishman stand proud - and his wife to look down and remember when she could stir him to such excitement – if ever – and wish for the days of yore to return to these benighted islands.
For, if there is one thing that made this country great, if there was one thing that separated the true Briton from the rest of humanity and from foreign parts, it was the British person's – seemingly-innate – ability to see some other British person standing somewhere and with that great British instinct go and stand behind them.
For there is no greater sight than the British people – no matter what their ancestry - getting together to stand behind one-another in that great British tradition of the queue. For it goes without saying that when ever there are two or more British people gathered together they will – by nature – line up behind each other, no matter whether or not there is actually anything there to queue for, they will still form one.
Some may mock, but many of us believe it is the queue that made Britain great and – we hope – that one day this great British institution will once-more form an orderly line that spans the globe.
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