The media and our posh Prime Minister, and even old Betty herself have been wetting themselves with excitement that in future both daughters as well as the sons of the monarch will be able to become the Commonwealth Head of State.
What complete twaddle!
I mean no harm to Betty or her current small army of relatives, carers, civil servants, hangers-on and flunkies in the current ‘Royal Family’, although I do get mightily racked-off by those who think we should all bow down fawning to an extended family who owe nothing more than an accident of birth to their lives of privilege. But nothing more exposes the plain stupidity of the hereditary monarchy that we arrive at the second decade of the 21st century before they even start to think of females as being acceptable progeny for someone who is supposed to be our Head of State.
Instead of Cameron grinning like a demented baboon telling us that this vitally important breakthrough has been achieved, it would be much more sensible and grown up if he had announced that our current monarch will be the last, and serve notice on the rest of the family and there dependent hangers-on that it is time to head of to Jobcentre Plus and filling out an application for or two.