for richer, for poorer
Though it was only announced yesterday I’m already sick to the back-teeth of the impending royal wedding. It’s not that I don’t wish the happy couple the best and all that malarkey as I do, it’s just that I’ve absolutely no interest whatsoever in the detail. The ring, the dress, the venue, the date, the service, the guests, the honeymoon, the blah, blah, blah, blah. But whilst you won’t be hearing any of this on these pages rest assured you’ll be hearing it through every other media source, whether you like it or not.
The media’s obsession with all things royal continues unabated and the level of drivel they have reported in even the last 24 hours stupefies me. Currently I’m listening to a ‘serious’ report on BBC Radio Five that is ‘analysing’ how Kate…sorry Katherine Middleton, is more than strong enough to ‘take on’ the prejudices of the royal family. PLEASE! Get a grip. And woe betide anyone who says even the slightest word against this is as you’ll automatically be billed as being either a raving republican who dresses up as Nicolas Sarkozy in his spare time or an old curmudgeon who makes Victor Meldrew seem a hoot.
Mind, did you see just the two happiest men on the planet yesterday? Prince William? Nah. Prince Charles? Behave. No, undoubtedly the two happiest men were David Cameron, who was able to discreetly bury the news concerning his multi-million pound payout to Guantanamo detainees and Kate Middleton’s father, Michael, who in a complete break with middle-England tradition has decided NOT to pay for his daughter’s wedding. Instead, the kind fellow is going to allow the rest of us that privilege. I bet he couldn’t smile wide enough!
