... there was the William & Mary business, in the late 1600s ...
When we poor fucking pathetic British Monarch-huggers were forced to
import a King & Queen from the continent!
Because we didn't have any of Les Batards left!
After Oliver Cromwell had been Lord Protector for a year.
After Cromwell was 'offered' the throne by fucking pathetic British
But Cromwell had the sense to turn it down, on the basis that he had
just made an enormous and concerted effort to rid the nation of
fucking bloody pathetic British Monarch-hugging.
("Hey Olly! You've just killed everything we call 'royal'. Would
you like to be King?".
"Is that another fine mess you are getting me into, Stanley?")
(So they just named a road after him, in London ... and a Bus
Station in Kingston)