‘So, what was your best takeaway, from the whole shebang?’ as a BBC podcaster put it.
Was it the sweet chorister’s opening welcome to the king, the ‘gobsmacking’ Zadok, or Penny Mordaunt’s biceps? A nostalgia-fest ensued, until fatuity and banality set in.
All vox pops invite clichés. Those who got coronation mugs and silver lockets in 1953 recalled monochrome first sightings of a flickering 12-inch
