The last great Clash song: an unlikely, stately, sad synth ballad about the state of a nation – a state seemingly unchanged since 1985 – full of racial violence, police obliviousness to public distress, and “human factory farms”. Yet still, thanks to the crashing power chords of the chorus, there might be some grain of hope left.
It does no harm to offer a reminder that the monarchy has long been a symbol of something other than national unity – that to lots of people it represents a backwards repressiveness that is deeply engrained in British culture. Charles would doubtless profess that there’s nothing he wants less than to make you “a moron, a potential H-bomb”, but he might pause to wonder why so many feel disdain for the institutions of the crown.
Abolish the monarchy.
I say, Charles, don't you ever crave to appear on the front of the Daily Mail dressed in your Mother's bridal veil?