Call me churlish, but I'm not going to join in with this. It is nothing but a state-run parody of grief. If I wish to mourn, I will do it in my own time, in my own way, rather than when some government tells me to. And rather than stand still, I would much prefer to do something concrete. Gilly is busy arranging a benefit concert, to which I shall contribute; much better than staring at my shoes in silence for three minutes.
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