So, the gossip goes that tomorrow, that Kate Middleton girl will marry some chap who's a Prince and called Wills, or William... or something...
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At the announcement of their engagement I cried. Not because it was so romantic and I was being sentimental. Far from it. I cried because it seemed so cold and ritualistic. Imagine being proposed to, feeling light as air, and then having a sudden lead balloon added to the mix as you have to go to a press conference and be papped near to epilepsy. I found the whole process rather sterile and couldn't help thinking how the happy couple really feel about it all? Engagement must be overwhelming as it is, engagement and then having your retinas burnt by flash bulbs and ear canals blown by interviews takes it to another level.
I know that they are high profile, as a future Monarch you are expected to have this attention, it's part of the gig. But in the past, before the mass media and invention of high def TV, Royal Weddings could be broadcast to the masses yet still keep a sense of intimacy and magic for those involved. Now the whole wedding countdown seems to be treated like a circus.
To me it appears the media haven't really spared a thought for the two folks whose day it actually is. I know it's natural for us all to be excited/intrigued as it's a piece of history we're living through. But surely it can be dealt, and anticipated, with a touch of diplomacy and class? Everyone, it seems, wants to have a piece of the action; cashing in by selling memorabilia or bantering inanely about the guest list and cost of security... yes it is a lot, but Wills and Kate are damned if they spend a lot and dammed if they spend a little. It'll be either...
"Have you seen that astronomical bill... what's that about austerity?"
"Tut tut tut, married in a church, not an Abbey? No guilt plated chandeliers, ice sculptures and matching turtle doves to release?!... skinflints"
I keep thinking how nerve wracking the event must be for the two people it's actually all about. I'm not married, but I imagine if I got married I would be a quivering wreck pre-ceremony. When I mentally add a guest list of royalty, diplomats and celebrities, billions of people watching me on the tellybox... oh and the Queen as my soon to be Granny... sod the cold feet I have frost bite!
So please, whilst you're enjoying your day off and revelling in the festivities, take a moment to remember that this day isn't really about you or the nation, but one couple's devotion and love. A love that has remained robust, not only through 8 years of run of the mill private dramas we all experience in relationships, but 8 years under public speculation. And that, in my opinion, is a rather big love that should be toasted to... not with regal nail decals, but with grace and class.