No head of state equals her, no monarch comes near . . .
Published 14/05/2011 | 05:00
I STOOD in the pouring rain on the corner of St James's Street and Piccadilly in front of the Ritz Hotel.
It was the late afternoon of June 2, 1953, and the newly crowned Queen Elizabeth of Great Britain and Northern Ireland was in procession back from her coronation in Westminster Abbey.
Both the rain and the procession seemed endless.