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How the Queen Charmed the Pants off Me: Confessions of an Old Leftie Last week, I shook hands with the Queen. It was a Tuesday evening, at the Royal Festival Hall. I was there with my family for the Royal Gala to open the refurbished hall, and to see a performance of Beethoven's exhilarating Ninth Symphony, which was sung with my lyrics. Afterwards, we were whisked downstairs to the ballroom floor, where there was a line-up to meet the Queen. I'd never met her before - you don't get many opportunities to mingle with royalty in my line of work.

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How the Queen Charmed the Pants off Me: Confessions of an Old Leftie

Last week, I shook hands with the Queen. It was a Tuesday evening, at the Royal Festival Hall. I was there with my family for the Royal Gala to open the refurbished hall, and to see a performance of Beethoven's exhilarating Ninth Symphony, which was sung with my lyrics.

Afterwards, we were whisked downstairs to the ballroom floor, where there was a line-up to meet the Queen. I'd never met her before - you don't get many opportunities to mingle with royalty in my line of work.