Echoes of an anthem from 33 years ago bring comfort
The memory of the first time performing Britain's national song inspires thoughts of how life has changed since
The first time I sang God Save the Queen was in a concert at the Royal Albert Hall. It was 1984 - the autumn of the IRA bombing of the Conservative Party Conference at Brighton - and I had just moved to London to do a post-grad in music.
At rehearsal, there was warm, breezy conversation with the conductor, and glorious human, Sir David Willcocks about my comfort or otherwise with singing it.
I thought about this last week, when, along with representatives of other previously-subjugated territories, I sang the anthem again.