I am happy for any young couple who are in love and choose to enter into the union of marriage. I wish them every happiness. However the Royal Wedding does not interest me in the slightest. It’s not that I have anything against the happy couple, it’s just that I don’t know them and they’re not friends of mine.
It sets my teeth on edge happening across the overblown hype about the wedding, or rather being bombarded by it. We’ve had so much of it, from the Daily Mail splashing a piece saying Britain Loves Kate on the basis of a survey of 1029 people to this morning’s BBC1 programme ‘When Royals Wed‘ with those seasoned Royal watchers Lesley Garrett and Larry Lamb. I can’t even escape it at work as there will be bunting, flags and even cut outs of the couple on display in the canteen. It goes on with literally thousands of derivative articles online and more programmes planned for screening this week. The problem is, I just don’t care but I have to suffer it. I’m afraid the Royals simply don’t mean anything to me. It’s obviously nothing personal because I’ve never even met them.
Thankfully the neighbours laughed at the idea of a street party, preferring instead to use the extra Bank Holiday to do something with their own families rather than fawn over one with which they have no connection. So at least this little corner of the world can remain a wedding-free zone.