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Dear future me,
You were sleeping when the Queen of England died.

We preferred the night some very, very delusional and very, very gay dude came in, wandered around for awhile before looking at his phone, announcing, "holy shit, the Queen died!" while checking out, and then waiting for the newspaper (which did run very, very late that night) only to realize that dude was, in fact, delusional.

That was in April, I believe. Tail end.