So it’s finally been announced. Royal chopper racer to marry common bird. And she’s got her finger in her late mother in law’s ring (no, not like that) and everyone remembers the big event 30 years ago. How times have moved on, don’t you all recollect? Millions out of work, Government slashing costs, riots and protests, fears over the economy, ah, what a hard time we lived in! However, a good Royal Wedding was on hand to boost the morale of the Nation, how we applauded, how we shared the love and marvelled at a rather crushed dress. Did we care how much it all cost? Naa, we didn’t as long as it looked the biz.
Well, this time around hopefully things ARE a little different. Despite the nation owning the Royals we can’t expect to fork out for a wedding for one of the richest families in the land. (As an aside note, I bet Mr Middleton is counting his blessings that the old tradition of the father of the bride having to fork out for his Gal’s nuptials is likely to be overlooked on this occasion.) We are constantly being told that this country is broke and are slashing £7 billion out of the public services budgets. Coincidently, this is the same figure that the banks are paying in bonuses to their staff this year and the amount of dosh we are lending Ireland to bail them out of the doggy doo. But anyway, we’re bankrupt. Apparently. So the wedding will reflect the times. Lambrusco all round and pork pies off paper plates presumably. Meanwhile, the banks will give Bollinger to their staff and the Government will be feeding the Irish lightly roasted swans.
Anyway, I’m sure Cameron and his Commoners will be hoping that the Royal Wedding lifts the spirits of the Country just as much as the last one. Except this time round we are all a lot more cynical and in the age of 24 hour rolling news we are sick to the back teeth of it already.