Each year I hold my breath, chew my fingernails, and say a small prayer to the God of Gongs, hoping that I will get a call from Her Majesty asking me to come and collect some gong or other (that I've so obviously deserved for the past several years)..... But still nothing.
What I really want is a simple Knighthood... Sir Cro of Lumberjack... but frankly any old thing will do.
And if you were thinking that she'd at last seen the light (above), it isn't mine. It was my late Father-in-Law's.
Hey ho; there's always next year.