The party will follow the usual template: tea, cupcakes, flags upon flags upon flags, wartime slogans and songs, and the performance of a very specific type of Englishness – the Englishness of Fry and Laurie rather than This Is England. One harks back to the empire while the other attempts social realism.
This kind of middle-class nationalism, rooted in a confected history of postwar austerity, has been resurgent in the years since the last royal wedding. The ubiquity of the Keep Calm and Carry On poster is the most obvious symbol. As the writer Owen Hatherley puts it, the cultish signifier points to the “enduring pretension of an extremely rich (if shoddy and dilapidated) country, the sadomasochistic Toryism imposed by the coalition government of 2010–15, and its presentation of austerity in a manner so brutal and moralistic that it almost seemed to luxuriate in its own parsimony”.
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. Sometimes a demonstration of shared community is just a demonstration of shared community. We Brits might do this with a street party for some royal occasion or other occasionally. In other parts of the world it’s done a little differently. Perhaps in a Catholic country it’s the fiesta for the local saint’s day. The Czechs celebrate something very close to Beltane (pre-slavic Celt from what I garnered from the translation).