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Are you feeling all patriotic? Whatever your views of the monarchy, surely you’ve got to have loved the Diamond Jubilee bank holiday celebrating the Queen’s phenomenal 60 years on the throne.

She’s one of the world’s most recognised people with her signature set hair and her dress coats, always in block colours.

It’s quite rare to see her in anything other than dresses. Indeed, on the odd occasion she’s worn slacks in public it’s made headlines.

In her time our 86 years-young monarch has performed countless royal duties (444 engagements in 2010 alone) and taken it all in her stride.

But it’s not all about frocks and engagements. This is a woman who drove military vehicles in the war and addressed the United Nations.

Her dedication has made her a role model for all women in power across the globe. A Diamond Jubilee is a remarkable achievement.

I have fond memories of the Queen’s Silver Jubilee back in 1977. I remember it well as I had just entered that awkward, gawky, spotty age where you’re still playing with dolls and at the same time yearning to join in playing kiss-chase with the older boys behind the bike sheds.

I lived in Mill Road in Fareham then and everyone in the neighbourhood joined together and decked out our street with balloons, Union Flags and bunting and we enjoyed a right royal knees-up in the working men’s club.

For the street party everyone brought out a mad jumble of dusty chairs and rickety tables from their attics (which were probably last used for the Coronation) and we feasted on delicious delights such as paste sandwiches, sausages on sticks and trifle.

There was also a fancy dress competition and all us kids were presented with a commemorative coin and a bag of sweets.

Times were great then. Not that they aren’t now. it’s just different. The whole community pulled together as one, something which sadly doesn’t happen so much these days.

However you’ve spent the weekend, be it with family or friends, hopefully you all managed to raise a glass or three! Here’s to you, Ma’am.