It was the hairdressers that finally made me crack. Just how many hairdresser's does one girl need, even if she is about to become a princess, and do they really need four months of preparation to do Kate's hair?
I just don't get it. What on earth would make a seemingly sane person camp out in central London for a couple of days, just so that they can say they were there? The likelihood is that they'll see almost nothing that matters, and if they do, it will be for seconds and from a safe distance. Why?
I didn't get it when Diana died either. Not the grief, because even the hardest-hearted Republican would have felt sorry for the passing of anyone so young, and the dreadful way it happened, but the need to display that grief publicly. Again, why?
An intimate occasion for the couple and 1,000 of their friends, most of whom are workshy fops, with just a smattering of bits of rough added to lend street cred to the occasion - David and Victoria Beckham will surely have added a bit of class.
I hope that Kate Middleton, who seems, from what we read, to be a pleasant enough woman, knows what she's doing. She's joining a family that's even more dysfunctional than the Gallagher clan from Shameless. Princess Margaret, Princess Anne, Prince Charles, Prince Andrew...need I go on. Everyone will wish the happy couple well, but what are the real odds that their marriage will last? Based on the rest of the sorry Royals, the omens aren't good.
Thankfully, I've got something more important to do today - I've been putting off worming my ferrets for long enough.
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