A wow day

I suppose we all become myopic when it comes to identifying who we are in relation to our nationality. Does the sight of watching the regimental troops parade on Horse Guards and down the Mall make us feel special even proud ? Or are we 'fed up' of Monarchy and all the trappings, do we see it as another indication of how tiered society is and how near the bottom we are.
Do we think, 'well there are not many, if any, nations that can put on a display of ceremonial pageantry like the one we have just watched celebrating the Queens Official Birthday'.
Have we got one up on the Yanks or the Germans, is there anybody willing to spend to entrench their history in this way ?
Do we make too much of our history and not make enough widgets to sell to others ?
Is history, which inevitably represents our victories over others not corrosive in this Global interconnected world where the future is troubling and history has few lessons to teach us.
Does society need a non political figurehead ? Are we prone to feel there has to be a hierarchy and doffing ones cap is still "par for the course".
I suppose the term looking up to someone, be it a religious icon or simply older people who have played a part in your life and who you respect, has a psychological part to play as we stumble around trying to make sense of our lives. Seeking advice from others who have that respect is sensible and comforting.
In today's birthday celebration the finale was the gathering of the Royal Family on the balcony of Buckingham Palace (I wonder if Duncan Smith has an eye on empty bedrooms) to watch the fly past. There was speculation if George the son of William and Catherine would be brought out and there he was dressed in a blue romper suite looking like he owned the place. He certainly is an eye catching child, inquisitive and alert he wasn't put out as the jets of the Arrows thundered overhead, more an expression of "what's that dad" as he sat in his dad's arms. Wow went dad.
It was a fitting end to a wow day.