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This was a momentous year for Britain and the world. I was born. Ten past eight in the morning, just in time for breakfast, on July 17th at Newcastle General Hospital.
My father had been transferred there after spending some time in Geneva in Switzerland. If he'd stayed, I'd have been Swiss and Roger Federer might not have been the most
famous Swiss. Having married in the same year as the late Queen and Prince Philip we got a bit out of step here as the now King Charles III was born on November 14th of the
previous year but not wishing to lose all links I am reliably informed that the present Queen shares her birthday with me, albeit she is 2 years older, can you tell (rhetorical),
and despite this sharing of birthdays fact there has been a total failure on her part to ever invite me to what would be my party. I think young Charles and I may be wearing a similar dress, obviously all the fashion,
but I have more hair. Still do. Ooops, that's the OBE gone.
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