To all my readers across the pond and elsewhere… I am so very sorry.
[Sorry about the vile ad, as well.]
I am trying to think of a light-hearted analogy.
In the spirit of my baseball/cricket analogy at the time of Universae Ecclesiae….
Imagine that Her Majesty is visiting Chicago.
She would, in the natural course of events, go to Wrigley Field for ballgame.
She would without question be invited to introduce “Take Me Out To The Ballgame” at the 7th inning stretch.
But, not being familiar with the way things are done at The Friendly Confines, after a rousing “A-one… a-two…” – and she has already perfected the wave that could go with it – she then makes a speech while everyone starts singing the necessary song.
Embarrassing, I know.
Cub Nation would certainly be indulgent about this, but it would be a major ettiquette gaff on the part of those who prepped Her Majesty for the Big Moment.
“At Wrigely, Ma’am, it is the custom to introduce the song and then, sing along rather than make a speech. Here is a card with the words. No, Ma’am. I’ll take but a minute.”
Meanwhile, the other side of the Atlantic in England, the White House protocol aide or someone from the embassy should be saying something like,
“Mr. President (Oh live forever!), when they toast the Queen around here, they, you know, say it, you know, ‘The Queen’ and all that and then, like, shut up, you know? Then they, like, play ‘My Country ‘Tis Of Thee and you’re all quite and stuff and then… No… Sorry, Mr. President (Oh live forever!) I’m not saying ‘shut up’ to you… No…. Of course, Mr. President, I, they…. Talk all you want, Mr. President (Oh live forever!). “