The Unknown Hipster

I was in London the other day, just walking away from Mr Bongo where I had scored some vinyls when I was caught in a huge gathering. The crowd seemed to have been staking out positions on the sidewalk for at least a day or two, with camping chairs and sleeping bags. I stopped by a group holding British flags and asked them what was going on. Troops in period costume and horse carriages passed by at that moment,  and I wondered whether they were shooting some Hollywood film, or maybe even a Fashion event, as I heard people saying that Sarah Burton at Alexander Mc Queen had designed the royal wedding dress.

All of a sudden, there was a deep silence, followed by a giant roar from the crowd as the Queen carriage passed by. I couldn’t help but shed a tear of emotion when I saw her waving a hand in our direction.

Uninvited, I tried to make myself discreet.

I was just following some fellows who seemed to know where they were going.

To be of some use, I joined the choir. 

Seeing my embarrassment, the Queen mercifullly asked me what kind of records I had bought at Mr Bongo.