By Shaun Tumpane
Contributing writer
For those of you who have been reading Hooks & Slices in the Laguna Woods Globe for the past four years, I’m ba-ack! For those of you who haven’t, I’m a P.G. Wodehouse wannabe. I’ve dusted off my thesaurus, have my dictionary at the ready, and regularly plan to regale you with all manner of anecdotes and unpronounceable words while looking at the lighter side of life.
I’m still waiting for my invitation to King Charles’ coronation. One of the more vexing irritants regarding living in Laguna Woods is not receiving mail that you know has been sent to you.
Somewhere nearby, someone inadvertently received a star that I purchased online to adorn my Christmas tree last year. Rather than look at the package, thus determining that my lighted Star of Bethlehem wasn’t meant for them and seeking out the rightful recipient, this passive poacher apparently believed they had a Secret Santa. But back to the coronation.
I’m sure you’ve been following who’s been invited, who’s been asked to perform, who’s declined to perform (Sir Elton). I have it on good authority that the king is now considering asking the Chas Band to perform, or perhaps the Nomads.
Speaking of nomads, have Harry and Meghan decided whether or not to go? I must say, whenever I’ve been invited to a soiree, a wedding, a mitzvah, bar or bat, a gala, a coronation or a barn raising, I’ve never had the temerity to announce a list of demands to be executed to secure my attendance.
I feel for King Charles. Imagine waiting until you’re 74 years old to finally inherit the job you were born to do. That might make you just a wee bit diffident, as well as unwilling to coddle a recalcitrant child. And while the Chas Band may not be invited to perform at the coronation, my sources tell me Chas IS invited to Elton’s after-party.
247 years ago, our ancestors threw off the shackles of King Charles III’s great, great, great, great, great grandfather,…
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