Not sure which of those volleys is Gerwinium, but when you've spent 99% of your life as a subj of Mrs Queen, reading a sentence that begins "The King has..." makes you think you must be reading something written pre-1952. Possibly one of those Just William books you read as a small child, for instance, in which it was essential to know how many shillings in a half-crown. No, not that sort of crown.