I think it's generally known we at the Beaker Folk prefer Charles II over the his dad. An impetuous bloke with an over-high opinion of his own office, Charles I. Whereas Charles II was racy and exciting, and interested in the snails at Stonehenge, and climbed trees.
But still, on this day at the Banqueting House in Whitehall, Charles I lost his throne, his crown and his head at the end of the most vicious of all our wars. And that fun-killing, self-important-yet-ever-so-humble, Irish-murdering, maypole-axing, joy-hating, Christmas-banning, arrogant, throne-grabbing ratbag, Oliver Cromwell became king in all but name. And in his purge of Parliament a bunch of useless yes-men, the man whose statue is outside Parliament achieved a massive reduction in democracy - such as that tender shoot was. Why on earth is he there? He should be dragged down and thrown in the Thames.
Today, to mark a man whose most impressive action in this world was the way he left it, we're going to be dragging the grubby regicide who succeeded him in effigy around the Moot House, before leaving him on a gibbet as a warning to all power-hungry wannabe Puritan tyrants. And putting up a maypole. And lighting some candles in front of some saints. He'd hate that.