Turns out if you don’t own a TV, don’t watch live TV and don’t check the home pages of UK news media very often, it’s actually quite easy to be oblivious of the nation mourning. Does that mean I fail at being British? Though I have become slightly obsessed by the good old queue map. At one point it had queue distance and estimated queue time, but they never seemed to be in sync – so shorter queues had longer wait times. I’ll leave that mystery to the scientists. I’m busy currently trying to think if there is anything – like ANYTHING – for which I’d queue for fourteen hours. So far, no. I really hate queuing. Does that mean I fail at being British?