When you picture Queen Elizabeth alone in her chambers at night, what image comes to mind?
Is she reading Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand by the fire?
Perhaps, like many of us, she’s solemnly reflecting on the world’s current state of affairs?
But just like the rest of us, it turns out The Queen isn’t impervious to the beat. That infectious rhythm. The melody that comes in like a tall, handsome stranger — and suddenly you’re up on your feet.
Or rather, she’s up on her feet dancing to, ever so appropriately, “Dancing Queen” by ABBA.
She can dance. She can jive. She’s having the time of her life, folks.
It’s being widely reported that at a dinner party recently, “Dancing Queen” came on after the speeches had been made.
Queen Elizabeth then loudly sated: “I always try to dance when this song comes on, because I am the Queen, and I like to dance.”
It’s so simple; so profound.
Hit play and you too can be a dancing queen. You are the dancing queen. Young and sweet, only seventeen. Whoa wait, lets add five years to that and regroup: