With clampdowns on even the most modest protests and security alerts over shot-gun cartridges found in the grounds of Buck House (someone been taking potshots at the ducks again?), the operation for this weekend’s Coronation of King Charles III is likely to be more police state than Dixon of Dock Green.
Here, South Norwood political activist IAN BONE (pictured left), once dubbed ‘The most dangerous man in Britain’, recalls a gentler age, when he was prevented from disrupting a visit by the Prince of Wales
(Warning: may contain some Anglo-Saxon terms that won’t be used in the medieval ceremony at the Abbey on Saturday)
I walked across the green to Swansea Guildhall, where Prince Charles was visiting.
It was July 1969, and the English-born eldest son of Elizabeth Windsor had just been through his fairytale investiture to become “Prince of Wales”. Which is all very well if you’re daft enough to believe in fairies or the monarchy.

Fairytale: 1969 and Charles Windsor was made Prince of Wales by his mother
I’d been sitting with a couple of mates in Joe’s Ice Cream Bar on St Helen’s Road as we grumbled into our coffees about The German Oaf (a common Welsh insult for HRH), repeating the often used phrase “a fanfare for a prince is a fart in the face for the people”.
As part of his Wales tour and the ceremonials after the investiture, Charles was at the Guildhall where he’d very generously declared Swansea to be a city.
Then suddenly I was windmilling, my legs in midair as I was being well and truly lifted by a couple of burly cops and shoved in the back of their patrol car and was back outside Joe’s Ice Cream Parlour.
“Am I nicked?” I asked. Continue reading →
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