Through my work I’ve been very fortunate (if you like this sort of thing) over the last 20 years to have met several members of our royal family in the flesh.
I’ve chatted to Prince Charles, Prince Edward and Prince Andrew and – here’s my trump card for use against people who like to name-drop – met the late Princess Diana.
Back in my days as a cub reporter I was tipped off by a national newspaper that Princess Di would be taking her boys to Alton Towers one Sunday afternoon.
I raced over to the theme park in my little yellow Metro, paid to get in as any punter would, and then set about trying to find the royal party.
Alton Towers is a surprisingly big place, you know. After half an hour of me running around like a headless chicken, Diana, William and Harry sailed past me on the Log Flume.
I caught up with them, said hello, ignored the withering looks from their minders and snapped them all as they walked past me.
My story and pictures of them on various rides were used in The Sun and the Daily Express the following day and I was chuffed to bits.
However, as a proud Englishman, I have to say that nothing can top seeing the Queen up close and personal.
I first saw Her Majesty at the National Garden Festival here at Etruria in 1986.
I also met Grotbags the TV witch and Central News anchorman Bob Warman on the day.
No offence to either but, for me, seeing Liz just shaded it.
I was 14 at the time and I remember standing in the rain amid the throng and doing my level best to attract the Queen’s attention by waving and shouting – all to no avail, of course.
Despite the bizarre nature of some of the exhibits – a fountain made of toilets springs to mind – the Garden Festival was, for Stoke-on-Trent, an unmitigated success.
It kickstarted the regeneration of a huge parcel of land close to the city centre which is now the thriving retail and business park we all take for granted.
Indeed, where do you think yours truly is sitting while typing this? (The Sentinel’s HQ moved from Hanley to Festival Park in 1986)
What a shame it is then that Her Majesty won’t be coming up in March to help us celebrate the centenary of the federation of the Six Towns.
I can’t help but think that this is something of an own goal.
The word was that the Queen was definitely coming up in the New Year but someone, somewhere seems to have dropped a right royal clanger.
I mean, it’s not like we didn’t know the centenary was coming up, is it?
You would have thought that the Lord Lieutenant, the city council and Buck House could have got their collective act together to make sure the Queen was in town to give the royal seal of approval to a special day for Burslem, Fenton, Hanley, Longton, Stoke and Tunstall.
Is anyone prepared to hold their hand up and take responsibility? No, I thought not.
We may well get a visit from another member of the royal family but if any occasion merited a visit from the Queen it was our centenary, don’t you think?
What a great lift it would have given to Potters to have Her Majesty drop in and say hello as we struggle through the worst recession in living memory.
Despite what the anti-monarchy brigade might say, I’m a huge fan of the Windsors and of royal visits.
Having the Queen here in 1986 and again when the refurbished Regent Theatre opened its doors in 1999 created a huge buzz.
There’s no politics to such an event – just flag-waving, happy faces and a moment in the sun for a city that has suffered more than most during the current economic downturn.
These occasions remind the rest of the country that there’s more to Stoke-on-Trent than ailing potbanks, ill-health and council cock-ups.
At least, we all think there is.
It’s just a shame we won’t be able to remind our wonderful monarch at a time when it really matters.