Tuesday, 26 April 2011
While I wish them well with their lives and hope that they find happiness together, I just can't get excited about it, to be honest! Not one jot.
The lives that the royals live are so far removed from our own. I do respect Princess Anne, who has at least attempted to keep her own children's lives out of the scope of media attention, and who still works very hard in a life of public service, but who 'pays her own way'...
I harbour no grudges towards Prince William and his so-called 'Commoner' Bride, Catherine. Although her upwardly mobile family may make for some close-to-the-knuckle press headlines in the future, to be fair.
I shan't be pinning up Union Jack bunting to my walls, nor toasting their health with a glass of bubbly. No-siree.
For me, much of the light on the royal stage went out when, like a doe-caught-in-the-headlights, Princess Diana was hounded to her death in a road tunnel in the centre of Paris, either by the paparazzi or by whichever conspiracy theory you choose to ascribe to. Not fair. Not fun.
In the modern world, the mediaeval notion of Kate having to produce 'an heir and a spare' to prove her mettle seems positively barbaric.
I might take a sneak peek at the telly, though but... Just to see the dress. Well, no-one can resist a wedding, can they? Least of all curmudgeonly Fhina!