She stands upon an empty quay, the trident still firmly in her hand. Yet the hair which flows from under her rusty helmet has grown grey. Once ships from all over the world moored here. Now the port is empty. All that has remained are the piles of coal and the ruined warehouses.
Where are her numerous admirers now? The dark skinned men, with their black curls and their turbans... They bowed to her every wish and presented her gold, diamonds and silk. They knelt down before her throne and if they were too slow she made her lion roar.
Now the beast had lost its teeth and it's blind in one eye. The men had not loved her. They were simply frightened and when they saw how the eagle picked out the beast's daylight, they rebelled. What was a woman without a lion to do with men carrying tulwars and kukris? She had pointed her trident at them, but the trick didn't work anymore. They simply walked away, abandoned her...
She clung to the jewelry and the titles, kept on wearing silk, but it was in vain. They were no longer impressed. Instead they looked towards Sam. Sam with his eagle, ready to shit on everyone who refuses to bow. Waves are no longer important. Sam rules the clouds.
She sits down on a bench and looks at the grey plain that stretches all the way to Ireland. Once that was her realm. Now it's just water.
A girl in a Union Jack mini-dress approaches her.
" Got a fag?"
She shakes her head.
" Ah. Bugger."

She is too old for this, doesn't even understand her own English anymore. Only the wind and rain are as they alwas were. She sighs and closes her eyes, listening to the seagulls.

" Excuse me my lady."
" What?"
" Is this seat taken?"
She looks at the man standing in front of her. He looks like one of her former lovers, except that he has changed his loin-cloth for a suit and a bowler hat. He bows forward and shields her away from the rain with his umbrella.
" No. No-one wants to sit next to me anyhow. When I was young and beautiful they crouched before me..."
" I would love to keep you company."
He takes off his hat and smiles.
" You are lady Britannia, aren't you?"
She nods.
" I have always wanted to meet you."
" You're too late. I'm not a spice Girl and I can't play football."
" Do you have milk and sugar in your tea?"
" And some lemon..."
" Let's have some tea then. Do you like sandwiches?"