On the day it happened, I was at Wentworth to watch the BMW PGA and during the day, my wife texted me to say it wasn't looking good for her. As I got on the train from Virginia Water back to London, she texted me again to say she'd died. In the same carriage I was in there was a group of lads in their 30s/40s - about a dozen of them - who'd been at Wentworth too and had obviously spent their day in the fairway-side bar and were absolutely leathered. Once word started getting around the train about what had happened, these lads started drunkenly chanting "God Save The F*ckin' Queen" - I thought "you disrespectful tossers!" but had I said anything, I would probably have had a kicking so I left it. But as soon as I got into London, I hotfooted round to the Palace and already, crowds were forming. I bought a small UJ from a street seller on Whitehall to take their. I placed it as close as I could and hung around for about 10 mins or so before heading back to the Tube station. As I walked up Green Park, there must've been hundreds of people flooding out, all carrying flowers and some, even foreigners/tourists quite visibly moved.