This week, in 'this septic Isle', we have seen an extraordinary collection of hucksters, con-men, crooks, thieves, thugs and dimwits as the leaders of the Commonwealth gathered as guests of Her Maj. No, no, not all of them but certainly most of them are qualified under one or more of my classifications but, of course, they are all politicians so I am merely stating 'the bleedin' obvious'! Even so, it begs the question, what is the Commonwealth for? Personally, I haven't a clue but of course that is what makes it such a very English construction. We have a knack for inventing things whose original and miniscule justification has been lost in the mist of time but, hey, everybody was, and still is, happy to go along with it, so we might as well let it carry on.
Of course, there are lots of 'good works' conducted under the name of the Commonwealth, although I suspect that most of the 'wealth' for them emanates from dear old 'Blighty' - or me, as I like to think of it! Even so, it's voluntary, no-one is forced to join and it provides a somewhat clearer and cleaner network than, say, the 'fester-pit' that is the United Nations. Also, following a nudge-nudge, wink-wink from 'Her Maj' they have provided a job for life for Prince Charles and anything that keeps him occupied well away from me is, without doubt, "A Good Thing"!
So 'here's a health unto Her Majesty' and let us hear three hearty cheers for the Commonwealth!