I don't want to give too much away, but something horrible happens in 1977. That was also the year of the Queen's Silver Jubilee. I remember this jubilee. I remember receiving a commemorative coin from the school. I think it was a fifty pence piece. That was its monetary value, but it was not a normal fifty pence piece, and it would have been strange to try and use it in a shop.
At the time of the Silver Jubilee, I was a grumpy anti-monarchist. I didn't celebrate and was appalled by the celebrations. In my idiocy, I missed out! I feel completely differently now compared with that time.
My struggle began after my first film, post a success, post a jubilee of so many weeks.
I've learned that even the word 'jubilee' used in connection with the Reformation can give rise to discussions.
I remember the Silver Jubilee clearly because we had a fancy dress street party in Sheffield. I dressed up as a Japanese girl with a too-big red kimono - cultural appropriation hadn't been invented in 1977. I was six.
Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp - everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs.
Hyderabad's quite a familiar place to me! One of my best friends stays here in Jubilee Hills. Her house was where I used to crash after a long day.
I think I still have [commemorative coin ] somewhere. Why was this given to me? I think every child in the country must have received one [ from Queen's Silver Jubilee]. That's the last time that I recall something of an innocent, more-or-less unquestioning monarchist patriotism in Britain.
A few weeks before the jubilee began in 2002, Queen Elizabeth died, and the public outpouring of grief and affection, with hundreds of thousands of people queuing for hours to pass by her coffin, showed how widely and deeply loved she was.
I'm not 25 anymore. It takes much longer to recover now from a game than before.
Life is one long jubilee.
I only know it takes weeks to recover, as if one had been in a car accident.
Memory is a strange Bell—Jubilee, and Knell.
The sense of jubilee for music and what we're making is always genuine.