In her 60 years as Queen, Her Maj, on our behalf, has had to shake hands with a ripe old collection of thieves, crooks and mass-murderers so today Martin McGuinness will come as no surprise. Mind you, most of the others confined their murdering to their own people but Mr. McGuinness killed her subjects and in her land, too. And as she looks into his pale blue eyes she will know with absolute clarity that given half a chance he would have murdered her with relish. Of course, shaking hands with murderers is part and parcel of the politician's life which is, perhaps, yet another indication of just how peculiar most politicians are, but Her Maj is not a politician, she is merely our figurehead and, as she has done for 60 years, so she continues her relentless and sometimes sickening role and does so not out of choice but simply out of her sense of duty and obligation. My advice, Ma'am, is to pull on the Marigolds before you shake his hand with the blood still under the fingernails and then give them to him afterwards as a momento and a sign of what we all think of him!